" i giggled quietly as my hand pumped my shaft slowly. i noticed him reach down and grab his package. "are u gonna jerk off with me??" "if thats okay......" "actually, could i possibly interest u in a blowjob? i really wana suck a cock." "uhh, sure..." he kinda hesitated, but it was definitely a yes. i got up and walked over towards him. he spread his legs wide and scooted his ass to the edge of the bench. i got on my knees and grabbed his dick. he was hard yet, but i was gonna change that. i spit. Claudia tittered lightly, a warm, desirous sensation washing through heras she trained her view on the erect, thick and long object her husbandof fifteen years was referring to. He still held it salaciously in hishand while he worked the foreskin up and down to cover then reveal itsmoistly swollen head. And what a magnificent cock it was, she musedsensuously. God, she had all she could do to keep from pouncing on itright then with her own building passion firing her, but experience hadtaught. There are plenty of great pictures of you skiing down the mountain but they could be anybody with a killer body and a tight outfit. We need one or two where somebody can tell that it's you, without a doubt." I agree."They came into the living room."Cool. How do you feel? Are you up for it?" Yeah. I feel great." Good. Lets go back downstairs, get set up and take some pictures." Will I need the stuff I took off?" Yeah, bring it. I'm not sure how I'm going to do this but it won't hurt to have it. There's something about the anonymity of the setting, the booze, and the mood. I don't know. Maybe they're truer than those told in the bald light of day. But one night a number of years ago I met a woman who's story was hot enough to keep me warm on cold winter nights for years to come. Her name was Maria.I was in Barbados on a business trip. I know; tough job. As they say, somebody's gotta do them. I was often able to bring my wife along, but that was one trip she didn't make. During that era.