“W-what?” Aron stammered, but he was too far gone to stop his hammering.“Call me Carter!” he shouted as he felt his eyes rolling in his head.�...��Carter,” Aron whispered, unsure, trying to slow down.“Tell me what you want to tell him,” Carter continued. “Please, Aron, do it!”“Argh, fuck, baby, what are you doing?”“Say it, say it!” Carter demanded in a strangled voice.His cock was hitting the sofa, sending shots of pleasure from tip to root. At the same time, he was slamming against Aron’s larger. Heexplained that he ad his late wife enjoyed entertaining, but since her deaththe place just wasn't used.We all sat down and relaxed after a super day. Tony asked if I wanted towalk along the beach and I said sure. Meri and Richard seemed content toholding hands and whatever.Tony took my hand and we started walking. He was so sure and confident. Westopped at a point on the beach where we could see both the moon shining onthe water. He had been carrying a blanket and suggested we sit for a. Well I had followed a musical festival and was driving to a place I had mapped out to winter, until the next musical festival in the spring. I was driving on some very tight curvy hills and narrow roads with no shoulders and I had blow out on my truck. I found a pull off and to my dismay my spare was flat and the trailer spare was the wrong rim for my truck. I sat in my truck trying to figure our where the nearest place was to get the tire fixed when I realized I was in the Ozarks. I remembered. "I need to get up," I said. She removed her hands and stood to help me. I'd felt weak as a kitten and needed all the help I could get. I hadn't had an orgasm like that since the last time with Anya, over a year before. Looking at her bent over, her breasts hanging close to my face, swaying as she'd moved was very enticing. When I was up she'd had to help me with my shorts too because my fingers didn't want to work. She turned to get her clothes and I saw where she'd dropped them. Running.