So I went up stairs and fucked my self with my fingers until I came thinking of that cock.I quickly got change and never said anything to my husband a...out the picture or me wanking but that night I could not get it out of my head.The next morning I got in the shower to get ready of work and was thinging how I could get to see Simon's cock.As I had a meeting and was still feeling a little horny I put a blouse,skirt and stockings on. At work I could not concentrate, all I could think of was. Mom gathered us closer, looked at Dad, and said, “This is an excellent fishing boat, Bill. I’m sure you and the boys could have fun with it.”“You don’t sound too enthused about this boat,” Dad said.“I was just thinking about being on the lake. While I like fishing, I also enjoy relaxing on the water.” Mom pointed at a pontoon boat. “Can’t you fish from one of those?”“Sure, we could fish from a pontoon boat. What do the rest of you think?” Dad said.“I think it would be great, Dad. Mom and. Another hour passed before she saw him, lazily grazing, not five yards to her left. Taking care not to make any sudden moves, she notched an arrow in the bowstring and took careful aim. The stone arrowhead and the three guinea fowl feathers as fletching were perfectly balanced for what she was about to do. With a silent prayer, she let go of the string and the arrow flew straight at its target.How did she get herself into living like the ancient ones? She met Fred, the producer of this adult. Multiple light bulbs started going off in my mind. I just wanted to fuck her (oh boy was I wrong). A week later we both became comfortable chatting and exchanged numbers. That night we talked and instantly I fell in love with her voice. It was sweet but firm and we used to chat and have phone sex from time to time.Now at this point, I wanted to meet her desperately and it was the same with her. But again there was the issue of social norms and what if someone saw us. So we were really careful.