Her tight inner walls suddenly snatched at my hot length as I shafted it back and forth, gripping, pulling, writhing and milking. Her firm little butt...cks rippled and shook against my hips and her legs snapped tightly to either side of mine."Oh, Stacy!" I grunted, riding her twitching body like a surf board. "Oh s*s!"I frantically fucked her spasming sheath. My cock was being squeezed in a heavenly vice and I was crazed with desire."Oh Stace," I moaned. "Stacy, Stacy, Stacy." I rambled, lost in. My name is Robert and my wife of five years is called Angela and earlier this year we signed up to a bigger mortgage than we could comfortably afford to pay but we simply had to buy the cottage we now lived in as soon as the estate agent showed us around it. We had often dreamed of owning a spacious cottage in the country and to find one so secluded and possessing the period features we craved, as well as having a large garden, meant that we had to break the bank to make sure it became ours.. We went inside, and he wasted no time. "So how about you get undressed, and we'll get started." That was all the motivation I needed. I dropped my pants and pulled off my shirt, and he seated himself in a chair. He had told me over the phone that he came quickly, but I didn't care, a cock was a cock, and I was ready to find out what it was like to have one in my mouth.I got down on my knees between his legs, and took hold of him. I took a breath, and lowered my face to his tool. The last thing. "First you sit around for months waiting to make a trip, and then they're jammed on top of each other with hardly time to shit in between." I guess that's the price we pay if we want to be down in the Canyon," he nodded. "You know, when I took this up, I looked on the rafting as a way to fill in the summer break between ski seasons, so a four-month season was fine. Now, I've come to like the Canyon so much that I'm looking at it the other way around, and I sure wish I could get in with you.