I picked up my shoulder bag ("man purse" some would say) and my cigarette holder, which I had dropped when I "slipped" and "fell" into the water. It w...s a short drive in his pickup truck to the cozy log cabin he stayed in. His name was Greg. There was a huge feather bed and a stone fireplace in the bedroom. Greg built a fire and suggested that we take a warm shower. I said yes, enthusiastically. I would let him lead me anywhere, he was so hot. We took our shoes off and stepped into the shower,. I left a long moan. He rubbed my pussy mount by his hands and then strated thrusting his finger in... 1..2..3.. and put his all 3 fingers in one by one and started to move his fingers in and out of my pussy. After a while he thrusted his erected cock. Initialy he rubed the cleavage of pussy by his cock. Then he thrusted in. I hugged him tight and tight.. as he was thrusting. I was moaning loud. Now he started his rythm. Slowly he put his cock in and out in and out... repeatedly. Now he. “OK, as long as you promise me, no magic. I don't want to make her do anything that she would regret. Deal?”“Deal!” she squealed. “Oh, I cannot wait! Do I look OK?” she rubbed out some wrinkles in her shirt and looked over her shoulder at her tight butt. The effect brought her amazing curves into full view and George found himself unable to stop from wrapping his hands around them.She forgot how she looked, and turned to gaze up at him. She bit her lower lip seductively, “Are you going to. It wasn't an invitation, but it wasn't a refusal. We were dancing around the subject.I recognized where I was. In my youth, I had been in situations where I might have gone with a man and had always been too inhibited. After the fact, the idea had always excited me. I lost count of the number of times I had masturbated, thinking about what might have happened. I had regretted these missed opportunities to experiment ever since then and had promised myself that, if another chance ever came up, I.