She must have seen me staring, and she eased the blouse down another couple of inches, baring more of her breasts and the deep valley between them.I l...oked up, and our eyes met, and I let my fingers stroke hers lightly.'I know what you mean about being frustrated. I've just broken up with my girlfriend.'Her eyes widened in surprise. 'Why? What was wrong?'I shrugged. 'Oh, I don't know. She was so — immature, I suppose. Very giggly, self-conscious, almost prudish. I prefer older women, more. As she unbuttoned the waistband of my skirt and slipped it off with one gentle movement, she sucked on my fingers again, leaving me more excited than I thought I could ever be.Denise surrounded each of my nipples with all her fingers, delicately teasing them even more than I thought possible. ‘Do you like watching me lick your fabulous tits?’ I was almost screaming at her, for her to suck them some more as she started to lick and suck on them again. She fastened her mouth on each in turn with. Eventually one of them asked who the hunk was over on the chest press machine. I smiled and told them that was my friend Hank. My friends chastised me for withholding information.At that moment he must have sensed I was there as he looked up at me and smiled. He looked even more handsome today than when we first met. "Girls, that one is mine, go find your own." Hello Hank. Miss me?" You bet I did." Did I tell you he also had a slight southern draw to his voice. I liked it.We picked up where we. This was mainly to prevent her cunt from drying out. And - win win - it allowed the farmer to empty his balls once in a while.And now here she was, stark naked, after Harry had removed all her clothes. She looked like a huge pig. The only thing missing was a nose ring. And the smell of a pig, even though the stable trench came close to that. But maybe the nose ring was a nice idea, Harry thought.Harry was a bit indecisive about his next step. He just opened his trousers, took his limp dick out.