Getting up, she watched John lie down on the mattress. He lay back with his hands cradling his head. He was content to lie back and just let the young... virgin do this at her own pace. His long slender cock pointed toward the ceiling, weaving through the air as it throbbed in intense arousal."See, Lana, my old cock is beckoning for you to come jump on it!" John teased her. His prick was moving back and forth as if it were calling for her."I'm coming, I'm coming." She laughed.Now that the time was. However, as much as she hated fish, she loved her husband. She'd entertained passing thoughts of illicit summer affairs and hot, passionate sexual encounters while her husband blissfully floated his raft down the Russian River. She'd dreamed of chasing her own form of "spawning red." She sighed. It would never happen. Just about the time she had screwed up the courage to approach that deeply-tanned construction worker or that unbelievably sexy road crewman, fishing season was over, the salmon. We being the parties of the first part.Since we had been at sea for four circumnavigation’s of this fair planet, there was little we could tell our inquisitors.“We don’t know!” was said multiple times to various and sundry Suits until we got tired of it.“On advice of counsel ... until you can form a new line of questioning ... we’re done talking. Go Away!”“What counsel?”The three of us tootled our fingers and walked out.I had counseled CM (Cynthia Mae) and JW (John Walter) and CM had counseled. The way to a man's heart is not through his stomach, but his crotch. You have to keep life exciting, novel, mysterious, unpredictable and most all, slutty." The ladies looked at each other in total shock. Dana's bluntness was like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. They were stunned on what they has just heard. Dana continued, "You have to be the aggressor in the beginning. Grab his cock in the car or while watching television, attack him in the middle of the night in be, or just sitting on.