Then I felt him bury his face in my ass. I was in heaven. I moaned every time I felt his tongue enter my asshole. I wiggled against his face. I could ...hear him moaning against my big ass and I loved every minute of it. I let this continue a few more minutes until I was getting very close to orgasm. Then I turned around, and pulled him up. I turned him around against the side of the house and got down to my knees. I unzipped his jeans, to find a beautiful 8 inch cock. It was thick and gorgeous. I decided to stop for a meal. As I was gathering my tray and heading to one of the tables, I felt a presence at my shoulder.I turned my head and found myself looking at a massive marine. His shoulders had the single stars of a Brigadier General. With my hands full I could not salute so I offered a brief nod and then hurried to the nearest table to set the tray down. It was still clattering as I offered a salute.The General returned a sloppy salute and then gave me a look that stiffened my. Now she'd had at least four with George, and he was still fully dressed! Needing a break, she pointed that fact out to George who grinned and stripped. Hannah was stunned. Not only was George slimmer than he'd ever been - that she had known since she came to London - but he was incredibly fit. His body certainly didn't look like that of a nearly fifty year old. His stomach muscles were very well defined - actually he was sporting a bona fide 'six pack' and his dick was bigger - much bigger -. We made love, my God how we made love! Again he held me tight as new tears fell, this time from fear of myself and my feelings for him, and our retreat ended while he massaged my head in the bath. ‘Marry me Justine …’ The words slipped from his mouth slow and clear. ‘I can’t …’ I whispered without a seconds thought. ‘You can’t? What do you mean you can’t? What, do you have to ask your other husband first? He chuckled as I shifted away from him to get out of the tub. ‘Justine, come on, I’m.