She'd need a whole new wardrobe, which would be expensive... but might be a little fun. Suppressing a giggle, she pondered the queer joy of shopping f...r skirts, blouses, dresses, and dainty underthings. What had seemed so implausible now appeared oddly enticing. Gradually, she knew she'd develop a new life -- perhaps moving the charade of nursing for one old man into volunteering as a candy-striper... maybe attending nursing school, eventually ... in a few years, she could let go the whole. That was so rude, that was past the line! Why would she do that to the man she loved? She looked at the clock. 2:19. she would be late if she took any longer. She looked at Keenum. He was so sexy; his strong, naked body hovered above her. His huge tool was rubbing against her needy entrance.“Okay.” She relented.“Promise?” he asked.“Yes! I promise! Put it in!” she ordered desperately. Keenum smiled, and pushed forward. Her hot pussy opened up for him and he was able to squeeze his penis into her. She apologized for being late. I told that’s fine. We started going to her home. As soon as she sat behind me on the vehicle, she first squeezed my cock and realized that it’s still as hard as it was in the morning. She asked me, if I didn’t relax myself by masturbating. I was really surprised. I didn’t know What to say. The I told her, “its you who have given me the hard-on and you have to soften it”. I was waiting for her answer. And believe I stopped the vehicle when I heard the answer from. This is something that I love doing in the summer, with the view of the Paarl mountains looming over me as I worked up a sweat in the morning sun. It wasn’t long before I had built up a sweat and removed my shirt. I was quickly in that almost Zen-like mode that the light exercise always brought on. I was about half finished with the front lawn, when Sara pulled up in her new green Taz. She climbed out of the car and I admired her long legs sticking out of her shorts in a familiar distracted.