Fast. Hard. Just do it.’ He did. As I was reaching a second, intense orgasm, he had his. He was almost spasmodic. He lay there on top of me for a wh...le, breathing heavily but otherwise not moving. Then he rolled off. ‘That was intense. Not much planning. Not artful, but intense,’ he said. ‘Who are you, the sex critic for the Inquirer? Sometimes you just have to go with your passion, let your instinct take over. Don’t you ever do anything without planning?’ ‘Not if I can help it.’ I thought for. His mind was so consumed, and his dick so horny, that at one point he even imagined her walking out of the brush toward his stand. He stared at a clearing 40 yards from his stand and imagined her camo-clad figure moving in his direction. He finally pulled his eyes from the vision and looked around for some deer. Then as his eyes moved back to the clearing, he realized that it wasn’t a vision after all. Karen was standing about twenty yards from his stand, taking gentle, quiet steps. She had her. I knew Susan felt the coolness too because her nipples were poking at her top even more than before. A breeze was blowing and it swirled her skirt allowing me an even better look at her shapely legs. We came upon a small tavern on our way. Susan tugged at my arm. “Let’s go in and have a drink Sweetheart.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wanted to stuff my hard cock in her since I got out of the shower and now she wants to get a drink. She tugged at my arm again and gave me her ‘smile. The way he was grinding me was erotic in and of itself. I loved this man and we were making love in our own house on our kitchen counter. Nothing could be any more sensual. He continued to fuck me pulling my hips into his dick with my legs on his shoulders. I couldn’t help but scream, feeling his dick deep inside me and his grunts and groans of pleasure. He picked me up and all in one motion, stood me on my shaking legs, turned me around and bent me over the counter. I spread my legs a little.