I turned around and could no longer see my apartment so I was safe. I stopped to listen for anyone but mostly it was the crickets. I kept walking on ...the path which was not really a path but more orless a little clearing of bushes and trees. "Over here!" someone whispered it came from a little farther up the path. I seen a little flash of a cell phone light. I could make out a little of the man. He was big over 6ft and husky. I got a little scared but remembered he invited me and did give me. Is it OK if I watch the next time you are doing it ? ". I said I would talk to Arnie about it.It was a late afternoon on a hot Sunday. I was determined to give Jordan a good show. The good man deserved it. Jordan sat on the armchair next to the sofa. I positioned myself on the sofa for a doggy-fuck. I wanted to impress Jordan so I told Arnie that he could be a little rough with me. He slammed hard into me with every stroke. It soon became a "watery-fuck" with juice running admist a constant. Haven’t had any man juice in either end for WAY to long!” She gave me a taste of my own cum in a short tongue kiss. My wife had liked to do that too.“Let’s get comfortable until you recover,” she requested. I led her to my bed. We lay side by side and caressed each other as we talked. Or rather, as she talked.“I’m SOOO glad this happened. I’ve been wanting to do this with you ever since your wife left. What’s it been, six months? [I nodded] You know how Ron [her husband] has been putting on. Marilyn rubbed the dog’s belly which made her settle down. “Do we have to wait until they’re eighteen?” she asked.“Why wait! We’ve got twenty-five acres here. If we dig a deep enough hole, nobody will find them!” I went into the kitchen to make dinner.By August I got a phone call from Helen Steiner that I had been dreading. I had been checking with Tucker Potsdam and a few of the people around the Buckman Group all spring and summer. John Steiner had told us that after the going-away party none.