My lifelong friend, Marie, is just a few years older than me but I recall when she had Ronny, her son,
and watching him grow into the rugged, handsome teen boy he is today, a boy with whom I am deeply
involved, sexually. What I experience with him is radically different than with Max, my husband.

Ronny and I meet at the foot of a large bridge at dusk, near his home, and we stroll out on it as the
low lights turn on. He knows what is about to happen so he starts breathing hard and that excites me
to no end. I leave my panties in my car and as we stroll we are already manipulating and
caressing our sex organs. At the highest part of the bridge I grip his thick, large cock tightly and give him a severe wanking. One of the first times we did this I found myself reaching orgasm with him, quite spontaneously.

I love the feel of his ejaculate firing through his cock as I stroke it. Sometimes I will bend down
to take his orgasm into my mouth and throat. This drives him nuts and while I am bending over, his
cock in my mouth, he will fuck me with one or two fingers. It takes me nearly no time to come with
Ronny while with Max it's hopeless.

I enjoy Ronny so much I once almost raved to Marie, his Mom... My sexual events with him are far
out and hot as hell. Strolling up the bridge, our bodies heating up, we are both nearly coming
before we start. It's amazing getting off with Ronny.