When you feel it swell you stop to make sure I don’t come. Sliding your hand back to my hip you focus on pumping my ass, sliding in and out over and... over again. I can feel your chest on my back and your thighs on the back of my leg making me sweat. I can taste the saltiness of the sweat running down my face. I’m in heaven. I will never doubt you again. Bareback is best, and you are a god. As my moaning gets louder, you realize that I am going to cum. You freeze, not wanting me to cum just. I’d been slacking pretty hard at work the past couple of weeks, given everything that happened with Megan. I started to pack up my things and shut my computer down when Josh peeked his head into my office.“Hey Mike, heading out?” he said, a certain caution in his smile. We hadn’t spoken much since he’d shown me the video of Megan fucking that asshole from the gym. The video that had transformed my relationship.“Yep, just about done here.”“Listen man,” He said, stepping inside, “I just want to. Perhaps something pissed her off and she decided to rather leave? I shook my head and moistened my lips with the liquor. The taste was strong and treating my lips and tip of my tongue with a burning sensation. I was in no mood for the veins of a woman, not for one who was not attached to me in some way or another anyway. I sensed movement and observed Gretchen as she came into view. She had shed her clothes for something more comfortable and was sporting a multi coloured string bikini, her. The log jam along the shoreline was not easy access and a different route back to the boat seemed like a faster and quicker way to disperse from this area. In my haste to get back to the boat and my alternative route led me smack dab in the middle of sinking mud. The constant flooding and drying up of the river makes for some very slick and deep mud wholes. Not exactly quicksand but just as dangerous with the same qualities. Chucks franticly and quickly paddled and crawled his way out. I let go.