Okay so I was full for him, I was bursting to go. “I’m ready, Mark - onto the shower?”

“Follow me, baby , into the garden, see that kid’s swing? I will rock on it, just as I am in my boxer shorts.” MMM loved Mark in them, he looked so good and I always enjoyed feeling him through those, gradually working his cock until it was full inside, then pulling him out for the most heavenly suck, then the way he would have me lay on the floor, crouch over me to let me enjoy his cock, balls and wonderful tight asshole, sucking and licking my way to heaven, until he cum all over my face, which was always so very wonderful and thrilling for us both.

But now he eased himself onto the swing I saw his bread basket bulging, I guess with expectation as he swung himself backwards and forwards, “See if you can work it to squeeze then spurt, squeeze then spurt to best effect, showering me with a strong flow every time I swing forward. Like it’s a sort of game - then later I promise to dress you in girlie things, nice sheer stockings, suspenders and thongs s you like it so much, and tease the hide off you.

“But you will have to work for it, prove yourself that you can give me a really good showering and soaking,”

The thought of what he was suggesting was enough to send me into that other world again, remembering just how it was last time he dressed me up, I felt just like a woman and he treated me as such, it was an experience I wanted him to repeat so many times, like last time when he bent me full spread across his knee, lifted my skirt, gave me a good deep probing with his fingers, before he finished me off, making me cum so strong with a good sound spanking.

But now, cock out to the full, standing high, I released the stream of golden rain, aiming at him as he swing forward, absolutely soaking him into ecstasy every time he came forward, his moans said everything, that I made him feel so good, after I was dry I bent down and took him like that on the swing, peeling back the seam of his boxers, finding hi, tasting him and sucking him into frenzy until he shot out like a pistol into my mouth, his hot cream resting wonderfully on my tongue as I lapped him up like a hungry cat.

“For that, my dear Pete,” he said afterwards, “For that you are really goner be my girlie for the night, I am goner perfume you and treat you like a real woman, giving you night to remember, fucking the ass off you .”

And it was certainly a night to remember. If he took me once he took me a dozen times, full penetration and I had never before felt so well fucked - afterwards I felt numb for ages, and I could still feel the strength of his fuck, still sense the taste of his cock, and still sniff the richness of his fuck.

Roll on next Saturday when we are goner spend the weekend together in this cabin of his, by the river. I have a feeling though we won’t be doing much fishing, well not that type anyway, although he said he aims to fit me with a cod-piece - that’s what I really love about Mark, always adventurous with his roll play - and I feel wanting to spray him