I practically ripped my own clothes off, while he stroked his cock, watching me with his amazing bedroom eyes. "Yeah, that's it.. take it off for me. ...You want this?" He gestured to his cock, i moaned in reply, getting on my knees. He leaned back against the door and put his linked his fingers behind his neck.. silently giving me permission to do what I wanted. "Mmmm, baby you're so hard," I moaned, "I've been wanting you since I left." opening my mouth, I lapped at the precum at the tip of his. We continued to stop regularly to catch our breath. Then we got to the hard part, the long slow switchback portion to the top. I had been fooled by false summits before, the ones that make you think you are nearly to the top only to discover there is another set of switchbacks leading around what I had thought was the summit. Those had always somewhat irritated me. The ones on Mt. Whitney pissed me off. I was already pissed because all the way up the mountain there were people running past us.. On the second week after I had shot those photos of my wife I was pleasantly surprised when she started sending me selfies of her modeling in front of the bathroom mirror. The selfies were of Jen in her bra and panties or her red teddy or a partially open bathrobe, that kind of stuff. I decided that I would keep the latest photo I had received from Jen in the upper corner of my computer screen while my internet buddy and I masturbated to the photos that we were swapping. I never mentioned. When I came down on the lights I could see her ass leaking with my semen mixed with blood. I told her to wash and come. Once she came down she started sucking my cock and when it was ready I told her I want to fuck her cunt which she readily agreed. I spread her legs and want on top of her. The cock went in smoothly but I found little tightness. She was scratching my back and urging me to pump her hard. I started pumping hard and suddenly she put her finger in my ass hole. I was thrilled and.