Let me get my bag.’ I went in the house and brought out what appeared to be a gardening bag. In fact, it contained a scanner which should be able to...tell me if someone had planted a listening device anywhere nearby. I smiled and took her arm as she moved close to me. We walked the hundred yards to the garden. My meter showed a device nearby but we were walking away from it. When we got to a clear spot, I stopped and started pointing at different plants and things but asked, ‘What’s going on. I’m shy and embarrassed, standing there in front of him in my panties. Lacing my fingers behind my back, I look down at the ground. He’s sitting on the bed, and he opens his legs wide. Pulling me to him, I’m alarmed to see my pussy in line with his eyes, his mouth, his face. “Come sit,” he says, as he scoops me back into his lap. My head leans back onto his arm, as he uses the other hand to stroke my pussy. I feel the wetness coming. The excitement feels like a pinch straight from my pussy to. Marsha had slept with many men, and some women, over the last two decades since she graduated. The sex was always fun and relaxing, but she had to admit after awhile that her education made her spoiled. There was no dick like a graduate dick, and Bob Franklin was a legend amongst those. It was thick and perfectly shaped, pulsing with Bob’s heartbeat and a perfect shade of flesh. Graduates were told that women would see it and think that they needed it inside of them, that they wanted them to be. "I need to feel filled up."As he rode me he leaned over on one hand and began to jerk his large, youthful dick, which had my mouth watering as it bounced around, precum glistening at his piss-slit."Let me do that," I said, gripping him and wanking him off as he bucked away, me thrusting into his fuckhole as he did.I managed to last a lot longer than any sane man should be expected to - especially when he began reaching round and rubbing my balls with fingers he had covered in his spit. But soon.