I reached over and began stroking Matt’s cock again, trying to switch up my grip and make him moan again. My efforts were not wasted as he moaned lo...dly again, loosening his grip on me as he lost himself in pleasure. I bucked my hips to get his attention back and he smirked, returning his attention to pleasing me again. We continued stroking each other, entering a kind of competition to see who could cause the most pleasure. Soon, I could feel the pleasure building up and I knew I would. This was something they’d agreed to years ago, breakfast and lunch would be at the kitchen table but dinner would be at the family table. Of course with the kids gone they didn’t need to add the leafs so the table didn’t overwhelm them, and not being a formal affair she sat along side of him for intimacy’s sake. The dinner was up to Kate’s usual superb efforts, beef pot roast with all the trimmings, including pan browned roasted potatoes, fresh baked rolls, and a fine Gamay Beaujolais to sip.. Teresa had gotten some tickets to one of the last shows held in the Greek-Roman Amphitheater. These plays are only given during the tourist season and are quite nice. Dinner was a treat too but we decided that we needed to do a lot more walking or we would look like blimps before we headed home.The next day we drove south along the coast and visited Augusta and then Siracusa. In Siracusa we went down in a huge quarry which was mined for the stones to build the major buildings in the old Greek. I took it out of my mouth and said, “Hey, man, slow down, and we’ll both have a good time.” He gasped and whispered OK. I leaned down again and sucked him back into my mouth, running his cock in and out of my mouth, sliding his beautiful cock into my mouth over and over again, in and out, in and out. I could feel myself building to something, some feeling I’d never had before, like my whole body was about to explode. I rubbed my button harder, and it was so slippery with my juices that it felt.