The farmer is persistent, but I still attempt to tell myself that it is impossible in my mind. I just close my eyes. He pulls away temporarily, but ... hear him hock back and spit for reasons I did not understand. I feel his rod poke at my rear orifice once more, this time with a wet slippery sensation. It works. The added lubrication allows for just the tip of the farmer's cock to squeeze into my hole.I immediately cringe. It was but a mere half inch, not even the whole head, but my anal. I'd never masturbated with my right hand before then. I loved it! It was so different to everything I had done previously.I remember that for a long time afterwards, the first thing I did when I got home from work each day was to get out my mags, drop my pants, get some paper towel to use as a cum rag, grease up & go to work on my cock while paging through the magazines. On weekends I would do myself this way 2-3 times a day. The physical stimulation using my greased hand was just so much. She has a love for cock that I have never witnessed before in anyone else. She is constantly playing with mine, in public and private; she can't keep her hands off of it. She loves to tease me, loves to watch me grow hard, and loves to suck endlessly on it afterwards. She takes great pleasure in slurping my cock in the most delicious ways and always insists that I watch while she performs her magic. Slow, fast, deep, soft; she does it all and it's incredible. I have to admit that after two. ” “There’s no need to thank me, young lady, and I must say you’ve been very reasonable and mature about the sleeping arrangements.” “That’s the second time you’ve referred to me as a young or young lady?” she commented, smiling. “Not that I mind, but how old do you think I am?” she asked as John put Buddy down on the floor. “Late teens-to-early-twenties,” He insisted, studying her more closely, and thinking, ’She’s too young for me. If things had worked out, I might have had a daughter close.