Clay Turner was a tall, sun-bronzed man with pale-blue eyes and straw-colored hair--and a great big prick.That prick was hard as a stone now as he lur...ed beside the house and watched Rachel's juicy ass sway as she walked past. He'd gotten a hard-on the moment he first set eyes on his sexy young lodger and his cock seemed to have been hard ever since, although he'd jacked off a couple of times.Jesus! Did he ever want to stuff his big prick up that sweet little gal's cunt! He watched her move. He then took his cock and started to guide it in me. His cock head was really big and my hole was really tight but he pushed and pushed but only his cock head got in. He then took out his cock and grabbed a bottle of oil that was lying near my bed. He then poured it all over his cock and muscular chest and rubbed my asshole with oil. He then started to push his cock.I nearly screamed out with pleasure as his cock was soon entirely inside me. Soon he started to pick up the pace and ramming his. “Your turn to dry me now,” I instructed and Giles did as he was told paying similar attention to my private places as I had to his. Not surprisingly he had particular difficulty drying between my legs. All the time Giles was staring at me. His eyes going from my breasts to my pussy to my face and back again. “Have you ever seen a naked woman, before?” I asked. His blush gave away the answer whilst he was trying to decide whether or not to lie. He decided to tell the truth. “No,” he said. “You. The second time I saw him I noticed something else in him. It was a kind of sadness. Too me it showed he had depth. I realize now that you, Leah, were the object of that depth. I thought about him off and on during the next few months before time caused him to fade from my memory. When I saw his folder last week, every memory, every feeling came rushing back. I hadn't even seen him yet. Just saw his name. I must admit that when I did finally see him, I was slack jawed." I blushed. Leah smiled.