They filled the air. She shook as another after shock went through her, cum drizzled out of her down her legs again. The floor under her was puddled w...ith their sex.She felt his hands on her hips and she fought the urge to push into his grasp, to fling herself into his arms. All she could think of was wanting contact with him, to feel him against her. Instead she quivered at his touch and waited, hoped, silently begged him for more.His hair fell across her skin and she moaned slightly. It felt. " Actually you failed spectacularly!" I failed?" I put on a big pout. "Are you saying I am not beautifulenough to be arm candy? After all my work and sacrifice." Dear heart you looked like the most scrumptious arm candy any onecould wish for. And right now I want to eat you up. Kiss every inchof you body and touch your sweetness." He puts one finger on my lipsand pauses in his speech."But ...." But you are too much of a whole person to be arm candy. Intelligent.Witty. Well educated. . It wasn’t precisely true, but Cheryl was her best friend. I didn’t want to take that from either of them.She smiled and came to kiss me sweetly. “Maybe sometimes,” she said in a tone that told me that she wasn’t planning on sitting anywhere but with me.“I think I’m talked out about Cheryl for now,” I said softly. “Her situation gives me something to think about when it comes to other girls who were there that weekend, but no two people recover the same way, so it’s just something I’m keeping in. As an in-shape, 62 year old, married professional with family, these are not the kind of thoughts that anyone who knows me could imagine that I would entertain, much less act upon. Nevertheless, my secret gay fantasies were realized a short time ago. I was cycling along a remote section of road that borders a small unit of National Park Service property. Along the route are a couple of trailheads with small gravel parking areas. One such parking area is located about 50 yards off of the road. I.