Frank was 68, not married, and retired. He' dress up in women's lingerie, strut around the house, jerk off, then 'get normal' almost every day.His ne...t door neighbor, Ted, in his late 50's and was married, still working, k**s grown up, wife working too. He'd come home from work, change clothes and work in his garden, mow the lawn, etc. until his wife would get home and call him in for dinner. He had an excellent garden shed he'd shown Frank some time ago in the back of his property.They saw. "Sara looked and realized he had turned up the wrong road. Her class had just been to these particular ruins. A thought occurred to her. "You turned up the wrong road. I could show you where they are." You sure?' he asked."Yeah. No problem at all." She came around to the passenger side and climbed into the truck. "Just go back the way you came."He stuck out his hand. "Tom Peterson. I'm photographing the Anasazi ruins. I'm going to try to sell a spread to one of the magazines." Sara Hughes," she. He asked me if I would suck his cock to make him hard to fuck you, I said....yes, he said say it louder...I said Yes., he said then tell me, I said “I will suck your cock, make it hard and guide it into my wife’s pussy”..he said, good boy. He asked me what we liked to do for fun. I told him we love to go to Vicksburg and play....that’s when it started. He asked me when we were going again. I told him this Friday. He said he was going to be there. He told me I was to pick out your clothes for. I was disappointed but mostly sore. He had been so firm with my pussy, it was sore and the only way I would feel better was if he fucked me. He gave me his fingers and I licked them clean, after which, he kissed me and tasted my juices. He helped me up and unlocked the door, leading me through it and down the stairs. His room was the closest so it was logical that we would go to his to finish off.‘Was that good, babe?’ he asked as we walked to his room.‘It was amazing, honey, but it wasn’t.