Time will likely answer that question."Rusty will most likely second what I have just said. But I don't know how well he can read others thoughts, exc...ept for mine. With him, I feel like we are of one mind but that is not a good description of what it feels like. Within just a few moments of knowing him, our minds seemed to merge, and I gave him permission to access all my memories. Actually it is something we did together. We don't understand why we did it so quickly, but it feels right. I. We share an appreciation for history and culture, and our passion for exploring keeps our relationship quirky and exciting. The explosive sex is admittedly another major contributor, but we will get to that later. We drive along a tall barbed-wire fence line until finally I direct you to pull into the small regional airport parking lot.We are on the outskirts of a major city, and this local airfield now only serves small private aircraft. In its prime, it was booming with activity but has aged. Can just say you took a short detour. Improving your cardio and stuff.”Her expression changes. Irritated. “So what's in it for me, then? You'll never get me off in that time. Forget it. One last time, bozo: fuck off!”“Really? You've never had a real man, then?” he presses on, testing his chutzpah.“Hubby takes at least ten minutes. Been at it for seven years. Damn well knows what he's doing,” she tries to shoo him away. Adds, for emphasis, “Makes me cum hard. So hard I forget my own name for a. .I want to feel you in me...come play with me." My mouth was dry as I rasped, "Yes babe, I'm gonna' play with you...lick you...taste your pussy...lick your juice from your fingers for me". She giggled softly and asked, "Are you stroking your cock for me...stroking it like I do?" My hardness surged at the memories of her sensuous soft hands caressing my cock, and I slid my hand below my desk, squeezing my bulge through my pants. Discreetly stroking my fingers over the length of my straining.