Her First Big Cock
Although tired from the trip, we are excited at being here. Deciding to sit
on the porch for a while, we take the folding chairs outside, placing them
side by side on the porch. We snuggle there on the porch, her head on my
shoulder, as close together as we can get in our chairs.
The night air creeps through the trees and softly brushes over the front of
the cabin, lifting the scent of her perfume and tickling our minds with the
smell of honeysuckle, pine, and spruce. Here and there are the sounds of
evening: the rhythmic chirping of crickets, a fluttering of wings as birds
settle into their nests, and the quiet creaking of tree limbs. The world
around us is preparing to bed down for the night and our thoughts are toward
that end as well.
“Let’s go for a walk” she suggests.
“Where would you like to go?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t we go down by the lake?”
“Sure, why not.” I take her hand and we leave the cabin porch.