Christine commented on how good it smelled as we drove to the lake.I was a little disappointed to see some clouds in the sky, but I decided that I was...'t going to let that ruin our day. I was very pleased when I finally located the hobby farm where I could rent the boat.The lake was situated in a small valley. Trees lined the shoreline around most of the lake. A very nice looking Tudor manor was located to the left of the drive. It looked like it would be a very nice place to visit on a future. That leads to when I got married. I was twenty-two at the time and met Mary Ann. She was a secretary in the lumberyard where I worked. I asked her out and we became friends and then lovers very quickly. We were married within the year.She was always the flirty type but I always thought it was just part of her personality. She seemed to be friends with everyone. She was twenty when I met her and said she was a virgin. To be honest, I never knew for sure then, but now I know the real story.Our. I had been careful and upfront about my relationship status, unwilling to be unfaithful, despite my intimacy deprived partnership. However, carnal need and burning desire coursed through my veins. It was the ache of absence, of not knowing how much I craved to be craved until it wasn't happening anymore. My own fingers and toys could only sate me for so long. I needed flesh.I needed to feel his hot breath on my skin and the weight of his body pressed firmly against mine. Like a stubborn. The copious saliva that I have left behind mixes with more of your precome, making for a wonderful lubrication, and I squeeze hard with both hands. Your cock is so hard and long that even using both hands, I am only able to cover half of the wet skin.Propelled my the vigorous milking of my hands, the first jet of your cream shoots out from the tip of your cock, and traverses the gap, splattering over my outstretched tongue. When I close my mouth to savor and swallow your come, the next two jets.