The three explosive snorts followed by five deep, guttural grunts of an impala ram stopped me in my tracks. Steve and I were on our way back to the lo...ge after our little sexual soiree earlier that morning. No wonder I was feeling so frisky. It was the rutting season for most animals and my own cycle reached its peak. My dry season just ended, and our morning frolicking was part of the cycle of life.Still naked, I steered us towards the impala herd. I felt the cool breeze blowing from the herd,. We had to be very quiet to avoid my mother and aunt hearing us, but luckily the room was cold and the bed had thick blankets with a comforter on top to help muffle some sounds. I never realized how loud kissing could be. Breathing could also give away arousal by how fast or deep it was, so as our hands explored each other we had to try to keep our breathing relaxed and steady.I wore a short cotton nightie with thin white panties. She had on a kind of satin teddy that hung loosely, with lacy. Seriously though... I'll do what I canabout Clint... But keep an eye out okay, he's probably not going toforget this..."I told him, "Probably not... I'll be okay though..."He nodded. "Still... Be safe, and take care of Sam okay, and take careof yourself too."I shook his hand and told him, "You too dude..."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The rest of the evening Sam stayed with me at my house until almostdark. She had been really clingy with me most of the afternoon. I stilldidn't. You see, he served me well and I responded, just happy to give the sixty-year-old some belated spice in his life after his wife had departed two years before. He confided when we first got chatting at the allotment that he had always been bisexual but had never had the opportunity to be with another guy. But all that was soon rectified when, one Wednesday morning, it started to rain , after he’d fixed me a piping cup of coffee and it all developed from there. So we have always stuck to meeting.