“Hmmm… You should enter politics, Gerry. It would be a very well hung parliament!” Gerry takes a sharp intake of breath and Jenny wraps her lips...around his cock. “Oh fuck! Jenny! This isn’t happening.” “Hmmm…” Jenny licks him with perfect pressure and strokes the bulbous end between long, gentle sucks of his beautiful phallus. His cock pounds against her tongue, as she works his shaft. “Jenny! Oh fuck, that’s good!” Jenny gazes up at him with her sultry brown eyes as she fellates his cock,. She had helped put them there – hay to feed the livestock, the horses and cattle that were no longer on the ranch. For a time after her mother died the loft became her refuge. She’d bring a book and spend some time away from the world, her world that had suddenly turned dark and fragile.Memories of her early years in this loft washed over her. She remembered bringing her Barbies to this place, that was before she got her own horse at eight and shortly thereafter discovered she was hooked on the. You continued to work your way down my stomach to my hips and thighs. Your efforts first relaxed every muscle and then created tension again. You positioned yourself between my ankles, massaging my thighs, knees, calves, and feet, spreading my legs wider apart. You looked at my swollen, wet pussy intently as though studying it in case this was the last time you would see it. Massaging my thighs you worked closer and closer to my waiting mound, finally reaching it and massaging the outer edges.. On an occasion when I was staying overnight, Sheila suggested I take a bath. As I climbed the stairs I heard."Shall I send Fred up to wash your back"? She called, in a half joking sort of manner."Ok! That would be good", I replied. I didn't know if she was joking or not, but I felt a tingle deep inside.As I was undressing and getting into the bath Sheila again called out, "Shall I send Fred up now"?"Ok!" I replied, still not believing she would, although I'd purposely not locked the door.I was.