Something helped him wonder why he was making such a big deal about it, but he told that impish part of his mind to shut it. And shut it the mind did.... He carried on in his planning on what would go on after the questioning and the bottle of wine. The prospects were encouraging, though he doubted he’d be able to beat his personal record of five after all the stress he’d been taxing himself with. Three’s more like it, he thought, then laughed out loud. Nah. Who am I kidding? I’d be happy if I. The one guy, Brady, owns some wooded property near the mountains.The property has a semi rustic three bedroom cabin situated on it. I say semi rustic because it does have running water, electricity, and propane heat. The hunting trip is usually a one week affair but a few years ago they could only manage a long weekend trip. While Brady was in my office one day for his usual "conference" the topic of the hunting excursion happened to come up.By the way his "conference" was generally a 2 hour. I am a really kinky person so I've tried over the years to get her into more stuff.for example I got her to piss on my cock once and get her to give me a blow job and actually swallow it once. She said she didn't like the taste.but she liked riding me and just before it happened I'd got her to enjoy anal sex albeit2with just my finger up herAnd then when I was 40 years old and she was 46 it had happened. I'd came home from my shift and put on the laptop and started to look at my x hamster. On a whim, she had decided to drop to her knees when prompted, giving into the desire she felt when she closed her eyes and banged her pussy with that dildo – a toy that she knew was never going to cut it again after having the real thing. Seven of the real things, to be exact. When she tried out for the squad, she wanted to be on the sideline, gyrating ‘round and ‘round with her girls and supporting the team on the field. Now, she wanted to be bent over the locker room benches and ready to.