"Actually, I believe it has to do with imagination," I said thoughtfully."What?" Miss Malone asked.I walked over to the couch and began dressing."Jacq...eline has more experience than Samantha," I said. "If you're setting me as the best they can imagine, then what they feel is completely based on how good their imagination is. More experience, better imagination." Oh!" Miss Malone said biting her lip."An interesting problem for you to solve, Slave," I told her after I finished dressing.I walked. She complained about the position on her cuffed hands so I rolled us over with her on top. She thanked me and then she fucked herself with my cock. She was in a hurry but I wasn’t. The cold creek water had calmed me down considerable. The fact that I was sixty-five years old might have had something to do with it too. On the other hand it had probably been two years sine I had sex with a woman and I really wanted it to last. Whatever the reason the outcome was perfect. I kept hard, she kept. My point is that you had to work hard to follow those directions – what you really wanted to do was to take William’s cock deep in your mouth so that you wouldn’t lose a single drop of his sperm, wasn’t it?”“Yes, . . . I did,” Sarah replied. “When he started to cum, I had this odd sensation engulf me. It took control of my mind and my body. I knew William was cumming and the most important thing in the world at that moment was to make sure I got all of his sperm. I wanted to taste it, to. “Aren’t you going to put those on Cherry?” Ben asked.“Not yet, I’ll wait until we get to wherever we’re going.’And I did. We drove for about 15 minutes until we got to a town and parked in a proper carpark. I jumped out and slammed the door.“Aren’t you forgetting something Cherry?” Ben said.I pretended to forget for a few seconds then replied, “Oh yes, my shoes.”“And the rest young lady.”I giggled as I opened the door and got my clothes. As I was getting dressed a couple walked by but didn’t.