.. certainly you still do," I pressed. "I certainly do." Oh yeah? When was the last time?" Today ... at work," I responded vaguely, not going into any...real detail, though that really didn't matter either. Suddenly she pushed my head away from her pussy, sitting up. "You did? Why?" She asked curiously aroused, not at all angry or upset with me that I had ... merely curious.I then told her about the supposed conversation I had had with Carol. She'd met her a few months before at the company. One of my favorite fantasies was to watch her getting fucked, up close, so close in fact that I would be able to smell the sex and maybe nibble on her clit as a big porn star sized cock was sliding in and out of her. My fantasies involved her and me in a 69 with some big stud entering her from behind and pounding her to bliss. These fantasies were very detailed when we talked about them while fucking.One day when were out and about walking around the farm we were in the barn just talking and. Now that she knew what real men coulddo for her, she realized how worthless as a man Waltreally was. And after seeing Walt lick another man’spenis and allow another man to fuck him in the ass, shecould never again have an ounce of respect for him.Brad had an idea, to see if Sheila meant what she said.There were elegant photographs of Walt and Sheilastanding on a shelf. He took the picture of Walt and putit on the floor.“All right, if you mean what you say, shit on him.”Sheila. After dinner, the temperature finally started to go down so we took the opportunity to get in the water again and bathe in the lake, knowing that we would have our audience very close by. We got back on the swim platform, dropped our towels and dove in the water. We cooled off for a few minutes, got a little frisky with some touching and then both of us got out and stood on the swim platform to wash our hair and soap up our bodies. Staring to feel the nasty urge again, I looked over and they.