Greetings and salutations from the north! I was re-organizing my hard drive folders in my latest attempt to put off writing a paper for my hardest class at University this semester, and I came across these photos I had set aside in a folder called "Cynthia Pop." I thought it was mp3 files mixed into my directories of contributions and my site, but I opened it and remembered I had all these shots of me eating a ice-cream, taken in the much warmer weathers of this past summer. They're far too suggestive to not share, particularly since I open my mouth impressively broad when I have a ice cream. I used to get in trouble for that when I was growing up: there is nothing like having your mom comment on your ice cream technology to scar you for life! LOL. Looking at these, I am sure there could be some scandalous photoshopping. :)
For several years we dabbled in same room total exchange with other couples until my wifey determined she didn't want to "be with" other folks. Swift forward 8-1/2 years to a soiree where we met a nice guy: he flirted with her, she flirted with him, be toyed with her culo a little, she said she dreamed to take him home, and - no more early retirement for her! Apologies for scanty photo quality (hard to be good with the camera while watching a stud dangled like this one fuck your wife's brains out) and for no faces (we're all too well known in this gossipy little N. GA community). Hope you love anyway half as much as I did watching.