"In the field?" Yes"I was shocked, but then I decided to call it out, and defend my greatest hobby, jerking off that is.I smiled: "Did you enjoy watch...ng me having a work-out?"The young man looked at me and suddenly smiled a broad smile..."Yes as a matter of fact, I loved to see you jerking your cock.. in fact i couldn't stop myself from blasting a load!"I did not expect such a direct answer, bu ploughed on..."hmmmm, seems we both like a little exercise...,no?" I think so too" and his gaze went. I unbutton her jeans, she closes her eyes. My hands tear at her bra until its ripped off of her freckled skin. My left hand grips her cunt through her purple panties and my right hand roughly tugs on one of her nipples. My cock is now fully erect and pushing into her belly. I pull my hand away from her cunt and push my four fingers into her mouth. Taste that nasty old cunt. I grunt. I push her onto her knees. She tries to avoid my cock, I rub it on her lips, smearing pre cum onto her red. Tending bar was Henry Timmons, the tennis pro, who spent four years trying to get her out of her tennis whites. They’d all be shocked beyond belief if they knew she was stoned on pot given to her by her Rastafarian lover. On a certain level, she wished they knew what kind of things she had recently done with this man who, if he showed up within a half mile of the club, would probably be arrested. She wished she was naked in his bed. Back in Boston she called Lamont and after some provocative. But dinner was everything I remembered. The goings-on in the village were the same stories, woven in a different yarn.The most surprising news was that my mother was dating. A nice man, Jamaican-Canadian, working in a logistics company. Divorced, no kids. I got the impression it was quite new for her, and still faintly shameful, but exciting at the same time. She said I would meet him when the time was right.My years in Israel were related as a blend of fact and fiction. I guided her away from.