..One day as a teenager I was walking up in the mountains...it was a favorite thing of mine to do it relieved stress and the excercise was great anywa...y I was hiking this new trail that I had found by accident when a deer I was watching disappeared behind a bush and suddenly was gone? I walked over to the bush to discover that it hid a trail leading back between the rocks so I decided to check it out and see where it might lead well as I was hiking along I saw a strange flash in the sky and as I. She used just the right speed, just the right pressure with both hands to take me to the edge and hold me there until I was grunting with pleasure with each stoke and twist of her fists. I could have come very easily but I didn’t. I should have come but I didn’t. She had amazing control over my body just using her hands. As Fran finished rinsing my hair and wrapped a towel around my head, Marcie finished me off. I don’t know where it went, nor did I care and I didn’t feel my cum landing. But then she will never take my advice, end up in the same situation, and then begin the cycle again. It's like if she doesn't like the advice she will keep asking as though she can get a different answer.I was at the kitchen table with my laptop, working from home. She was sitting across from me rambling on. I felt like I as being impolite by not giving her my whole attention. But I had heard everything she had to say and said everything I had to say on the topic like that Groundhog's Day. ..”“Led Zeppelin?”“Bingo.”“So like ... late sixties, early seventies rock?”“I might be a stereotype after all,” she chuckled, slamming her empty glass down on the counter to get the attention of the bartender. The stout man walked over to her, his expression one of perpetual displeasure, scowling at her as he began to pour her a refill. Matt noticed that one of the patrons a few seats over to their left was now passed out drunk, or perhaps sleeping on the counter, the bartender seemed.