...a photo opportunity?" Of course I could never have forgotten about the Christmas "gift" as I called it, but to be honest, Susan and I had not discu...ssed it since right after Christmas. "OK, if your still up for it" I said. "Yes, after all, it's been nine months" she said jokingly.I called my Dad to tell him about the new fishing spot and that we should go there the upcoming Saturday. He was excited, since there aren't many spots near us that aren't overfished. I told him we would meet him. It ran in a small rivulet down across Fawn's nipple, and then dropped into Allen's mouth a few inches below. She stopped pouring long enough to let him swallow."I think you need more," Fawn declared, taking the bottle from Giselle. Fawn held the bottle over her other nipple, and, when Allen was ready, started a second stream running across her flesh and then past his lips.Giselle whipped off her top, revealing very large areolae. Maybe they were real, I mused. She took the beer bottle. We were serious. We looked deep into our eyes and fell in love right there on that bench. Two weeks later, I moved from my Venice condo into her Burbank apartment. Sex was not new to either of us, but the feeling we shared together was indeed different. It was unbelievable. We were both open and free with our bodies and our desires. It was not uncommon for me to casually come behind her while she brushed her teeth and enter her, hold her and watch her in the mirror as the tedious task turned. .. mmm that was good. She stroked down ... that was pretty good too. Her pee-pee muscle twitched and a glob of pre-cum dripped across her fingers. Nature's lubricant ... this was good, and it only got better as more and more of the warm, clear liquid coated her hand and throbbing cock.When Maddie masturbated she usually felt her excitement grow in waves until it broke and sent her into a mindless peak of pleasure that ebbed in another set of waves leaving her satiated and mildly euphoric. But.