I call it my fortress of solitude. Jim’s right hand slid down to her plump pussy caressing it while he continued caressing her breasts with the other. Milf sex the fabric tearing like tissue paper in his strong hands making her gasp and swallow… Jim explained her many of the tricks for cooking over the hot coals and being a quick study, Kate cooked the third porterhouse steak almost to perfection; one for Kate and two for Jim. Jim lay on his back and soon was hard as she know he would be. He gathered her tresses into a ponytail and twisted it into a bun on top of her head; letting it go to unravel to cascade about her shoulders and down her back. “Jim, sweetheart,” and she touched his face looking forward to his reaction to the little gift. It was dark as they were walking back hand in hand too their land ship, when Kate asked, “Jim?”
“Yes, Kate.”
“Promise me we’ll always be like this. …like we are right now.”
“I promise.”
“Jim?
