I live alone but for you it would be hard to tell you where I live. Wait, maybe you do not care?” “No, I’d like to see your house and property,�...� I told her. “That sounds nice to me.” “You want to see my house and land?” she comes back. “Really, you’d like to see it?” “Yes, sure…why wouldn’t I?” I replied. “I don’t know. There is a lot of land. My parents gave it to me and my brother’s and sisters. We all live near each other…kind of,” she went on to say. You’ll probably meet all of them if you. I pointed to my cock and said he could drink my piss. At first he said no, then I reminded him that he had to do what ever I told him to do, and that this would be the only liquid he would drink for the day. He raised his face up and took my cock in his mouth. I let the piss flow, which was a lot. He drank it down and didn’t waste a drop. My cock was still rock hard after I finished pissing. I told him I had more for him to drink down his throat. He looked surprised when I started shoving my. Cindy turned around and saw him standing in the entrance of the living room. He was still naked. His phallic penis hung. Cindy remembered how her mouth had been wrapped around that hard thick Italian cock last night."Yeah, I should leave," Cindy replied meekly."Why don't you stay?" He asked and walked closer to her."What if someone sees me here at this time?" No one is going to see anything. The shades are all closed and my wife is out of town. Besides everyone knows you babysit for us. I want. ’ ‘Not a surprise party, I hope. No kidding, I am really beat.’ I grin and pluck his bags off the carousel. ‘Hey, I can do that,’ he protests. ‘Oh no. You are really beat, n’est-ce pas?’ It’s an impish pleasure to make other people stare a little. Here’s this big strong guy and he’s making the woman carry the bags. One woman is pretty bold about it. She looks us up and down. I can’t resist a little fun so I walk right up to her. I pant a little for effect. ‘Terrible farming accident,’ I say..