The fifty-five-year-old farmer had an iron-hard erection, such as he hadn’t enjoyed inyears.“Can’t quite figger what’s wrong,” he said huski...y as he fiddled with the carburetor.The tips of his fingers curled around the left leg elastic of the woman’s flimsy briefs,and he stretched the elastic toward him, at the same time gliding his hand inside herpanties. He felt her soft and springy bottom, then let his fingers glide below herplump buttocks and into her hairy crotch. Her cunt lips were moist. Or at least that's what I think he was doing. Then out of the blue he appears in the living room."Emily go get ready to go out, my mother has Clare it's all sorted, dress sexily we're going to have some fun. In one hour a car is coming to pick us up." and with that he went back up stairs.It is just after 10am so I have until 11. I wonder what he means by have some fun. He's always going on about me cuckolding him and trying to take pictures of me. I also know full well he talks to men online. "You'll have to show me," I said after a second. She closed her eyes and nodded softly. "You're so beautiful, Hope. So damn sexy..." You think so? You really do? You're just not saying that?" I took her head in my hands and kissed her again. It was gentle for a second, and then we were hungrily mouthing each other. I pulled away and kissed the tip of her nose. At that moment, I finally understood what the word intimacy meant. No more secrets. "I...think about you when... I touch myself," I. A couple pf days before our yearly trip to the beach she said that she had decided not to go through with it, and that my "big" cock was all she would ever need. I couldn't help to feel a wave of relief, but the idea had become an obsession, and I knew this because I had been masturbating with the idea practically since the day she brought it up. I didn't mention it to her again.Well, once at the beach we lodged into our hotel and got into our swimsuits and went for a walk. She was wearing.