Generally, work is boring and lonely. The weather has been constantly grey and overcast, but this particular day it was glorious sunshine with a cloud...ess blue sky.To try and keep cool I had plenty of bottled water in the car and nature being nature, I needed to take a piss. For miles, there is nothing but fields, woods and more fields with the occasional remote farmhouse, so getting my cock out and taking a leak was not a problem.I have to say, exposing oneself in the great outdoors is quite a. "So be it. Get me another, one that can do what I demand, what my late husband could do now and then. A stud, father, is what I need, a stallion." Most was aware that her late husband often used his friends as substitutes in the dark and a story circulated of five men mounting her late one evening when she was in her cups.She turned on her heel and stalked out, her lush body exciting every man in the hall. She was barely nineteen, had married a fine young noble when he was thirty-five years old. It was Ben Dunn from the college. He was accompanied by his former girlfriend, whom I now remembered was named Tiffi (where do parents get these names?), and a rather pneumatic blonde. I waved and caught his eye. He saw me and nodded, a bit regally, I thought.Tiffi turned to see who Ben was nodding to and I saw that she sported a spectacular black eye. Hmmm. No law against hitting concubines. No sir. From what I gathered, there was no law against beating the living daylights out of them and. “In what way unsuitable?”, I asked. “Oh, you know, I was a bit of a slut, and I think she worried that I might influence you”. “Oh, I see, well you did influence me, you know”, I told her. “Now its my turn to ask how and why?”, she said. “You showed me how lovely a woman could be, and have been my model for ages”, I confessed, “but you now look better than ever, you are truly a gorgeous woman”. “Oh, you are teasing me”, she said, “I’m getting old”. “Maybe older, but never old, I always.