I take my hand and move it up under her skirt. She spreads her legs willingly giving me better access to her almost bare trophy between her legs. I mo...e my hand up further, and to my surprise, I feel a precious set of plump pussy lips, instead of a pair of panties. She smiles at me and say; " I took them off just before we left from the airport." She goes back to kissing my neck and pulling on my zipper to get her hand wrapped around my rock hard member. She pulls it out and wraps her hand. "You like that baby?" she asked. "Mmmmmm, yeah," I replied. I could feel my cock twitching slightly. She ran her fingers over the head of my cock and give it a light rub before moving to my inner thighs. Her hands working the muscles in my legs, loosening the tension whilst also tensing something else. She continued with the massage for nearly forty minutes giving me little gropes. She climbed onto the massage bed and got onto me to put more pressure on, I felt her liprs come close to my ear.. “You left your pregnant wife.”“That’s so good,” I moaned, savoring my wife’s sucking mouth. “Oh, yes. Keep sucking my cock. I love it.”Atharilesia moaned about my dick. It was a throaty moan, not her beautiful soprano, but rougher. More human. The world grew hazy. I shifted, suddenly aware I lay on the hard ground. I struggled to hold on, gripping my wife’s head.“Atharilesia,” I moaned as I opened my eyes to see the starry sky.“Does ‘Atharilesia’ mean ‘suck my cock hard?’” Faoril asked as she. " Settling back in his chair Clint rocked back and forth for a minute waiting for Sam to take a real drink. When he did, Clint started his story."I reckon it was gonna happen no matter what we did," the old man began. "I mean getting involved, as you said, in that damn feud. It was '86, I'd just turned 17 and..." Excuse me Sir," Sam interrupted. "Would you mind telling me about yourself before that time? You know sort of like a biography." Well ... what do you want to know?" Where were you born.