Stepping up behind her, I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Sure, you can. I want to see you in stockings. They’re so much sexier than pantyh...ose. I’ll know you’re wearing them, and I’ll get so hot for you. I’ll be looking forward to screwing you later while you’re wearing them. I can’t screw you when you wear pantyhose. You’ll make me so horny!” Meanwhile, I simply used The Power to send out subliminal feelings of relaxation and horniness, getting her in the mood, but not ordering. There was no need for preliminaries as he was already aroused from the earlier contact from her mouth and from making her come. Her fingers eased his foreskin back and her mouth covered the wet head quickly. Again his hips jerked at the contact of her mouth on him as her lips slid as far down his shaft as they could with one of her hands around the base of his shaft to steady it and the other holding his balls gently. The sensation as his wifes mouth slid down him was amazing, he felt himself. By going behind the cabins, I was able to dash down the slope to the beach without Kathy seeing me.There was just enough moonlight to keep me from killing myself. As I got closer, I got quieter. I could make out two figures in the water. On the grassy area near the beach was a blanket. Lisa and Don had left their clothing and underwear on the blanket along with two towels. I carefully lifted all four corners of the blanket and walked over to the fire pit. I emptied one can of charcoal lighter. Bella was 5’6, a very slim redhead. She was, and is, a very beautiful girl, although I had never thought of her in a sexual way. She always wanted to have fun and she had the best personality of anyone I knew. Despite her yearning to enjoy herself, she never got into trouble. She was always very intelligent and we often had discussions about whatever was happening. We could spend as much time as we wanted, debating anything from the merits of Shakespeare to whether we thought that the Higgs.