The small porch had a large stack of fire wood and some kindling. It also had two rocking chairs in case someone stopped by for conversation. I got my...self into a routine of getting up at 4:30, making a pot of coffee, having a little toast and writing from five in the morning until about ten. I’d then take a walk along the path near the lake for some exercise. While I was writing the fourth morning, I heard a car drive up and park in front of the next door cabin. I went to the window and saw a. “Is this what you’ve been asking for?” She backed up on the bed and he followed her, reaching out to pull her toward him by the back of her neck. He lowered his head to her chest, his teeth sinking into the tender mound of her breast making her cry out. Missy grasped the back of his shoulders and pressed the tips of her fingers into the hard muscle there, twisting and arching herself into him. He took each of her breasts, first one and then the other, licking, biting and sucking all around. Without warning, Josh’s cock erupted its contents, spewing forth a massive gob with small splatters following it. Megan tried to react, but the gooey liquid projectile hit her on the bare thigh and was already running its way down her leg. Her son’s ejaculate continued to ooze from the tip of his cock as her milked himself, eventually spilling over his hand with a glistening translucency. Megan quickly backed out of Josh’s bedroom, swiftly closing the door and ran to her bedroom.She grabbed a. ”“Just out of curiosity, can I ask how old you are?” Britney queried.“I’m 34,” I stated.“Well, that’s not old,” Britney teased. “And can I say, you sure don’t look 34!”“I take that as a compliment,” I said. “Thank you, a lot of girls tell me that actually.”“Well, they’re right,” said Britney. “If you hadn’t told me, I’d have thought you were like 25 or 26.”I was beginning to feel much bolder and I just couldn’t believe how down-to-earth and easy it was talking to this young pop star. Hell, I.