I stood up, my cock semi hard and still oozing cum.Lori told me to lay back and now she mounted me in a 69.I dove into her wet pussy, licking and suck...ng her clit while she sucked on my half hard cock."Now Eric, shove that big prick inside me" Lori ordered.I watched from underneath as Eric came up behind Lori and slid his cock between her pussy lips inches from my face.My cock grew hard again in Lori's mouth watching Eric pump her wet pussy hard and deep.Eric withdrew his cock from Lori's now. It wasn't just the fact my wife was buried nearby, it was the effect this place had on me. From the beginning I felt that this majestic land was my home. For five years I had loved a magnificent woman and raised a wonderful child while putting down deep roots in this Montana soil. It was easy to do if you abided by the rules. Here the work ethic ruled. People didn't care about your past; you had to prove your worth through hard work and dedication to family and community. I had joined Abigail. Some shyer men realize the connection and work a single finger ever so slowly, like testing the water with their big toe, and even after pressing harder against his protuberance, they still insist on this tippy-toe approach, whereas, at the other end of the scale, their fingers are happy to trace the outline of my by now quivering buttocks, and even rub my bum hole, while I stand quietly, shielding him in his pursuit of sexual exploration, albeit, fingering a mans wife's anal cavity.Of course. The men were gathering in the living room in preparation for a televised game. The men bantering who the MVP player would be and the winning pitcher. The women were gathered in the kitchen getting ready to move to the patio for female chatter. Everyone was satisfied with the grilled lunch and settling with beer and wine beverages for the remainder of the afternoon.Emily was barraged with compliments that her husband, George, had grilled excellent ribs and shish kabob’s naming him the ‘chef.