I’m on my back, kicked back at half incline, she on her side, pressed next to me, head on my chest. Her big boobies mashed between us, one of her le...s over mine and she softly fondles my balls, and with her fingers she feather strokes over my thighs and abdomen, back to the balls, finger sliding up and down my shaft, back to the balls in a wonderful, lazy, calming rhythm. I stroke over her ass, give her cheek a couple sharp little love smacks and back with my right hand and with the left, I. The bushes had recovered almost fully from being bent over.Miles: That is pretty thick looking. Do you reckon there is a better place to enter it?Me: No we can waste half a day trying to skirt it and still end up in the middle of it. Best thing we can do it suck it up and get on with it.Miles struggled more than me. One thing he insisted on was breaking trail. I let him even though it might have been easier if I had done it. He just bullied right straight ahead once the decision had been made.. Thanks.” She smiled. “Thank you, Frank. Sometimes a woman needs to be fucked like a whore. Husbands can be a little too… respectful.” She looked at me when she said that. Angel brought the wine in and filled our glasses. Frank was having trouble shifting back to normal conversation, and I suspect he felt uncomfortable about all that had happened. It may not have helped that my wife still had nothing on but her stripper shoes and did not clean the cum from her face. There were a few streaks. He wasn't really exhausted, the real reason he stayed was that all of the talk about girls and such had gotten him very horny, and he had a uncontrollable urge to masturbate. He started masturbating, slowly at first, but then he started speeding up, remembering that Joshua would be back up the hill soon. When Joshua reached the bottom of the hill he examined the deer, but then stepped on a branch, snapping it and scaring the deer away. He stared back up the hill, at a half job. He knew Jacob.