I don’t think Beth even realized it, but as she sat yoga style on the couch her hips were almost imperceptibly rocking back and forth, easing the ma...terial of her shorts up and down over her clit. As I watched her hand begin to trail up her thigh, heading for the Promised Land, my cock throbbed and released a gush of pre-cum into my shorts. All of a sudden, she realized what she was doing and looked up at me with a guilty expression. Even though she tried to act like she was just relieving an. ”“Clean?”“And safe.”“Dark?”“In spots.”“Like, say, the stand of trees on the far side?”“Dappled by a light at the corner, pretty light in the middle, but otherwise dark.”“I think I shall have to see it.”“May I accompany you?”“It’s ever so much better to see it alone. Sink into the dark.”“Yes.”“You may join me though.”“After you’ve sunk into the dark?”“Then you may sink into the dark as well.”We sipped the last sips from our drinks and she smiled, “Fifteen minutes. Then join me.”She turned. I smiled.I went back to my room roused my bed-warmer and enjoyed her at the side of the high bed, horsing her standing, bouncing her on my hard rod until she collapsed blubbering and was barely able to rise to her knees to suck me clean and lick my throbbing balls. Her tenure was about accomplished, and I'd soon have to seek another and let my friends have her for their pleasure and relief. Few bed-girls lasted more than a month or two. The supply, fortunately, was practically inexhaustible.I. Instead of what I wanted to say, what came out of my mouth was, "You've got cum on your boob!" That was a weakness of mine. Lynn's mother, Chloe, also had big boobs. Lynn's body shouldn't have been such a surprise to me, there was certainly a genetic component to the way she was built. After two children, Chloe had bigger tits than Lynn; hell, Chloe's tits were as big as her head now. But in terms of firmness, my wife couldn't compete with the perkiness of jugs that were still growing. One of.