She started to walk near the pool. I opened my eyes again. She was walking slowly as she was watching the pool, but she was not looking at me. She sud...denly stopped. She looked at the pool again. And then she dipped her lovely sexy feet inside the pool. Her movements were so erotic. She was touching the water as if she was touching my cock.Then....she turned and began to walk towards to the house. Oh no!!!.. I had just swam with my mom naked in the pool, but I could not touch her breasts. Crap!. We like cool jazz and can’t stand rap. We don’t smoke and both drink bourbon. And we both enjoy a good laugh.The Saturday after the wedding Clay suggested we go out on the town to clear our heads of all the wedding hoopla we had gone through. It had grown into a big affair and we were relieved it was over. We were in a nice jazz club that didn’t try to gouge you, having a quiet conversation.We’d been there for about three hours when clay said, “Ty, I don’t know the correct way to ask you this,. We’d met in a park along the river on a warm summer evening in August. Having answered his ad in the local newspaper, I was not expecting to get a call from him. He was looking for someone older than him; I was looking for someone his age: twenty. Even though I did not look my thirty-two years of age, I still doubted that he’d be interested in my thin, five foot eight 140-pound body. Boy was I wrong.After chatting awhile at the park, I agreed to go out for dinner with him the next night. . Trust me guys, her fantasies were so damn erotic and had my precum oozing out already.I decided to fulfill every single fantasy of hers and we continued exchanging our private pictures. She was way too hot, and I complimented her on her hotness. She was very excited about seeing my dick too.Now our excitement of meeting for the session started to build up. She badly wanted to get fucked by me and I wanted the same. We had kinky sessions of sex chat regularly and she always wanted me to dominate.