I give in to him, instinct telling me to spread my legs widerfor him. I have to admit, the thought of possibly being seen this way-legsspread lewdly, ...body jerking against the green metal table with eachgrunting thrust.. It turns me on in a way that would almost frightenme. . If I could think of anything but this wonderful testament to malenessthrusting away inside of me.He leans close, licking his way from my chin to my ear. The sound of hisheavy and labored breathing and the feeling of his hot. Curtis showed his anger.“And what if, I do not”. She snapped back loud.Curtis laid there, quiet and motionless. It was great feeling the soft tits pressing on his face. To be honest, he kind of liked it which was very evident by his growing cock. “What’s the matter, little baby brother”. She teased him again. “What makes you mute”?Bull shit, Curtis thought to himself. He had put up with her teasing for years and it was time, he got some payback. “This is the final warning, better get off me”.. Too soon I had to admit defeat; I needed to cum and now! I rolled Ann onto her side so that I could cum on her beautiful, firm tits. Pushing the head away, my cock spurted hot thick cum onto Ann's tits and it splashed back on to me. My wife smiled then closed her eyes and continued sucking on the cock that had never left her mouth.It started out as a dream, which turned inevitably to a dare between Ann and I... go to the beach after dark, find a spot that wasn’t too secluded but not too overtly. ’ ‘I do,’ I said. ‘I have a strange story to tell, a true story. I would not like the story to die with me. Are you in a mood to listen?’ ‘I would be pleased to,’ I said. ‘Would you publish it?’ ‘Certainly if I think readers will like it.’ ‘Even if it is unbelievable?’ ‘That is for the reader to decide. Anyway true stories have to be stranger than fiction.’ ‘My story is strange, so strange that at times I myself doubt if it happened. So far I told it to a few close friends. I had to keep it to.