Well one day after a 2 minute run we sat there in bed talking about different things until the subject of fantasies came into play. Well eventually I ...old him my deepest darkest fantasy (which will be another story) and he told me his I was in shock. He explained how he knew I was never satisfied with his performance and that he would like to know if he could possibly make it better. After a few minutes of him discussing his intentions I noticed how much wetter I was getting and the thought. Margaret Conroy cleared her throat, stood with her hand on the back of a chair, took a deep breath, and looked out the window at the sheets of rain. She sighed before she spoke. "You should know, girls, that your father died deeply in debt, mired very deeply, many would call it bankrupt. I was surprised, most surprised, quite disappointed. The new house in Annapolis and this dingy farm are both encumbered. He did own two ships, as you know, quite valuable ships, but they are both hired out, and. ” Needless to say both of my heads swelled with pride.Bobbie Jo stood up and moved me around to sit on the rolling stool. She leaned against the desk where I had just stood and opened her blouse then unharnessed her large breasts. My eyes bugged out at the sight of them. I had never in my life seen real breasts. They were very large and the nipples were enormous. I wanted to touch them but was unsure of what I was allowed to do. She pulled me closer and bent over a bit as she guided a nipple. I put the oil in my ass, put a rubber on the wheel barrel handle, lifted my shirt and slip, got on my knees and backed onto the handle, two inches round and twenty inches plus long. It slid right in and I kept backing on it, more and more, one inch at a time. It was causing the oil to squirt out around it, down my thighs and on the floor. I was having so much fun I did not care. My cock was so fucking hard and was oozing clear fluid, spitting up on my face as I watched it under me. By this.