Being very curious, I looked over his shoulder to see a picture of my ass on the screen. I asked my husband what was going on. He replied:“This guy ...thinks you are damn sexy hot!”“Oh really? But he wouldn’t have known about it if you hadn’t showed me off!” I said! Yes, we did a lot of pictures of me getting nude for the camera during sex, but I couldn’t think that my hubby would share them with someone else. Then I asked hubby to request a picture of the stranger’s cock. A couple of minutes. Mr. Smythe was a bully, used to getting his way because he was big and loud and burly. All I needed to be was sure-footed, and I could get him. And so, one full-moon night, I took a small, but long and sharp knife that my mother used to clean out chickens and pigs and set off to Mr. Smythe's wood cabin.The trail to Mr. Smythe's was hardly walkable and even with the light of the full moon I had trouble finding my way. But I was born and raised in the woods, and, guided by the stars, I. As I sucked, my hands worked on the buttons of her jeans; opening them and sliding the tight denim to her knees, then one hand dived in to feel the crotch of her G-string panties. It was already wet, and my rubbing just increased the flow. I released her nipple, and dropped lower, pulling aside her gusset to look at the glistening, bald pussy beneath. She spread her legs as wide as she could and grabbed my hair. I pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling then round, seeking her. It was of average size, and looked so delicious to suck on. He started stroking his cock for me, I leaned on the window taking a little closer look, and enjoying the view. “You have a nice cock,” I said. “You like it,” he asked still stroking it. “I… love it” I said and winked. I watched him a little more while squeezing my tits, and talking a little dirty to him. I had a couch in my room, and it wasn’t really heavy to move so I just moved it. I sat on it facing the window, and spread my legs..