All these thoughts were somehow getting me hard down there a little. While I was in these thoughts I realized the guy was running back and was running...along the cliff this time. And because of that I saw him only when he was just about 30-40 feet away and was right in front of me within next few seconds. To my surprise he slowed down and stopped just in front of me. I looked up to him with a confused smile and could not avoid staring at his nicely toned abs. He was catching up his breath while. It was funny when Becky told me she didn't much care for it either. She asked me about my life and seemed truly interested in it. I gave her a short synopsis of my life and time overseas. I did tell her I was married once overseas but it didn't work out.I explained that I was in the process of a career change, that I only had a few months left in the service and was probably going to retire and move back to the hometown to open up a small electronics business. She seemed genuinely happy for me.. . his lips were impossibly soft and I just couldnt get enough of them. Callums hands were now both on the back of my neck, grabbing at my hair as I propped myself on top of him, resting my elbows either side of his body. I started to grab and pull gently on his hair, scrunching up handfuls of it in my hands as we continued to make out. It mustve been about 15 minutes before we stopped to gather our breath, his hands still full with my hair and my hands full of his. Fuck he whispered, breathing. They were the epitome of dick-sucking lips, and she was proving that wasn't just an expression.The truth is that this could have been anyone. I mean, shit, I wasn't even sure it was a WOMAN. Sure, it sounded like they were wearing high heels when they walked in, but maybe I was wrong about that. Or maybe it was a guy who likes to wear heels. Who am I to judge?It didn't really matter. Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing. After slowly getting used to my girth during the first few.