Here my lifelong enemy, Simon Brown, enters the story. Imagine a slice of pizza in your hand. The crust sits high on your thumb, the point droops off ...your fingers into deep water. An paved street runs along the outer edge of the crust, which represents a long granite ridgeline. Add a notch, blown in the ridge by my great-grandfather, for access, a dock on the point, built by my grandfather, and a concrete pad which grew from a tent platform to a trailer site over the years. You have a picture. She flipped over and guided me in doggie. She rubbed herself and told to "let her have it," and she came like volcano. We fucked for hours that night and she was the greatest teacher EVER. Like a warm loving girlfriend but experienced, and think she was pretty crazy about me too. She got a big warm blanket and we made hot tea and just cuddled (well not just ;) We weren't just fucking partners, but lovers.In our pillow talk she told me that she had discovered my voyeurism! I nearly died of. I sat and wondered just how many men Sandy had fucked, or how many men did she have fuck her in a gang bang; I just had to whack off while these visions of Sandy being fucked in every hole was fresh in my mind.The following day I went back to work, but had a hard time keeping my dick under control every time I looked at Sandy's office and envisioned her with her legs up in the air as every guy in the office took turns fucking her. Whew! I had to shake my head to clear the visions. Focus!. Then I moved on again, heading south. It was quite obvious now where I was heading for, and she could hardly wait to feel my tongue and mouth working on her womanhoodPulling her pelvis up into my face now, I went to work in hungry, passion-filled earnest. I parted Jenilee's outer pussy-lips with a couple of fingers of my right hand, and then slid my tongue as far as I could into the tight, wet folds of her pussy. She moaned "OHHHH, MMMMMM, OHHHH, MMMMMM" softly in pleasure as I drank back on.