My fantasy was to buy and use a strap-on dildo, and Sylvie was enthusiastic. As she said later, "Sometimes I miss the feeling of a cock between my leg..., and this is almost better than the real thing." I had seen several models in London, but didn't buy one there because I was unsure as to what to look for in a quality model. Here the attendant was a young woman, not at all my type, who had several evident tattoos and piercings. But she turned out to be quite sympa and to have good advice for. I went through the whole right-wrong thing but quickly pursued what I knew was right for me. The decision became easy as the hand between the ground and my sleeping bag continued to caress my cock. With eyes still shut, i began to press my groin area against the sleeping bag and into the loving touch of John's hand. The innocence of each moment, common to first time fore-play, was amazing. My excitement and edging-arousal continued as I heard the zipper of my sleeping bag. I felt the cool. I wrapped my arms around him and he pointed out cool things until we reached Dogtown and parked.“There’s a rock on the water about a half mile away and I've got us a picnic lunch,” I said. He seemed very happy with that — but he was nervous about leaving his bike. I assured him it would be fine and, after he saw some couples hiking and a few dog walkers, he knew I was right. We began our hike and I explained the history of this beautiful place. As well as being burly, he was tall, and he wore. I start to take my clothes off as my son is distracted. “Ok son, don’t freak out.”Chad leans up and sees me standing there naked. I have never seen his eyes so wide. “I wanted to show you what a grown man’s body looks like. You don’t have to touch, but you can if you want. Either way”I sit next to him on the floor in between the woman’s legs and he is still a bit hesitant. “I am going to ask you to get naked next ok, so be prepared, but trust me ok? Here we have the shaft of your cock, and here.