”“You’ll get it. Look down. Watch my cock poking out the top. Hold them together.”She did and I reached down and held her head in place as the...first spurt was torn out of me onto her face, straight up from her chin to the crown of her head, and the next several coated her face and made an intoxicating Jackson Pollock in her hair. The rest coated her chest and neck. She tried to pull back and glared up at me in genuine anger, and I just sighed happily and said, “Let it set.” I stared down in awe. There it was: his male chest, the first I had seen naked and close up. Yes, I had seen them on the beach but nothing as close as this. So, I started to really giggle as I struggled to get away from between his thighs. This was an experienced cowboy; he was so used to handling awkward horses that my twisting was nothing."Right!" he said, "You’re looking at mine let’s see yours."I didn't even feel scared, by this because I trusted him. My giggling was due to nerves and the booze, which had me. We had a very small house, so going home didn’t seem like the best idea. It would be a bit obvious if we headed back to our room and closed the door. Sometimes when the “mood” hit us, we drove out to a remote park, and since the seats of our car reclined fully back…well…you get the idea. That worked for us pretty well. But this was a beautiful summer night, warm, big bright moon, the stars were all just “right there” like you could reach out and touch them, we didn’t want to be cooped up in a. My cock twitched as I took it all in. I must have stared too long, because she laughingly said, “Don’t drool! It’s unbecoming!” I quickly recovered, relying, “Karen, your photo doesn’t do you justice! You are absolutely stunning! You look like a queen.” “I bet you say that to all the girls!” She handed me her coat, calf length hunter green with a black velvet collar, and I helped her on with it. “Please lock up Vicky, I won’t be back tonight!” Smiling a knowing smile, Karen’s assistant.