It was a lot warmer than normal that year, so without the A/C, we were driving through the Gallatin Canyon with all four windows open. We were hot and...sweaty, but as I looked at my wife with the wind blowing her hair, her sundress clinging to her still-curvy body, I was getting more and more excited with every mile we drove. We had driven about an hour which was about fifty miles from Bozeman. At the time, I figured we would reach Bozeman by 4:30 or 5:00 pm.Candice must have noticed me looking,. We discussed art, her role as a model and I asked her how she felt about being naked and sometimes very erotically posed as she had been tonight. ‘I was Isobel’s lover for a while. She is a wonderful woman and when we ended it was simply because she is too mercurial and independent to be constrained by a relationship. She isn’t promiscuous, don’t misunderstand me, but she has enormous passion and needs constantly to find new experiences. I couldn’t keep up.’ She laughed. ‘Not for want of. Back then parents would let their children outdoors to explore and breath fresh air, they weren’t as scared about children being stolen. My dad tells me now that back then children were lots uglier and no one really wanted to steal any ugly kids. Anyway, it was getting late one Saturday afternoon, I was getting hungry and thirsty. The Army surplus canteen I carried had dried up about an hour before, but I wanted one more minute at the little waterfall. It wasn’t but three or four feet from top. I stretched my lips and tongue out and kissed your cockall along.Then you turned around and collapsed over the bed, resting there, tiredand sweaty. I slipped over you, licking all your body, rubbing yourspent cock with my hand. You hugged me and kissed me, and we keptkneading each other until your unflagging cock raised again. I knew youwere ready to shatter me again when your hardness started probing mygroin. My ass was yet aching, but I didn’t doubt for a moment. I seatedover your belly, got.