I drove to a state park that had a wonderful outlook point that provided a valley view of the countryside. It was about a mile hike to it.We hiked sep...rately at first but when I had to extend a hand to help Julie climb over some rocks. We continued to hold hands throughout the remaining hike.As we hiked the conversation was about our natural surroundings and how amazing and wonderful it was to be in.When we reached the outlook point I wrapped my arm around her waist and rested my hand on her. He knew too that she would be hyper sensitive for a moment and he would allow himself only the softest kisses to her open lips. The passing came slowly with shuddering and aftershocks. Slowly her legs began to loosen their death grip on his head and he looked up at her face, still hovering over him with her arms clenching his head as a mother with a baby to her breasts. He saw a weak smile that seemed to blossom but knew that she was not yet able to break free into intelligible speech. He. I love hearing you cum, especially when I’m responsible for it,’ he said. ‘Okay, go! Before I fuck you again,’ I laughed. ‘Thanks, Babe. Talk soon.’ And with that we both hung up. Smiling to myself, I sat back in the car seat. God, he really turned me on. I hadn’t come so hard in ages. I was really looking forward to our next ‘chat’ as I started the engine and drove home. I wished that I had someone real to do it with though. I mean, masturbating was fine and all the better for having. Growing up in a broken home made me who i am. most kids cant honestly say that they've not only survived custody battles that dragged on for 7 years, (was just finished last summer), but also abuse, rape and cancer. When the divorce first started, we were sent to live with our mom since our dad abused me, and only me. I have a huge heart, which is my down fall. I am optomistic in a world of hate. and i smile when tears stream down my face.I have what you would call ugly duckling syndrome..