I promise to leave my pants on. My only concern will be to bring you pleasure. My reward will be bringing you that pleasure. We would only have interc...urse if you want to. You will be in control. You can think of me as your "boy toy" if you want. If it works out, this could be a weekly or monthly thing. If I cannot have intercourse with you, at least let me serve you and give you pleasure, instead of just financial help.I know, this is crazy. But I have known you for going on six years. I'm. When I awoke, Tim had gone to bed and I was by the dying fire with a blanket over me. I went to bed and slept like a baby. In the morning, I got up and could smell coffee brewing and bacon frying. I got up and went out to the kitchen naked. Tim was there, naked except for a apron to keep the bacon grease off his sensitive areas. We laughed at our mutual nakedness. We ate breakfast naked in front of the fire as we told some more sex stories from our past. After breakfast, Tim told me to sit in. His eyes got big as he stared at my big, firm teen tits jiggling and swaying in front him, as I moved between his legs with my arms resting on his thighs.Then I gripped the sides of his bathing suit and said, “Come on, Jared, lift up for me so I can slide your suit off. I’m showing you mine, and I’d like to see yours too.”It was amusing to me that Jared lifted up his ass to help me remove his swimsuit, even as he was protesting, saying, “Oh my goodness, Lindsey, we shouldn’t be doing this. You. "(Do you know where the word 'sheriff' comes from? Back in the old country, long before this Queen's time, the chief law officer of the shire was known as the Reeve. I have a friend who's job is Under-Sheriff. He refers to his boss as the Reeve. Anyway, the Reeve of the Shire became the Shire Reeve, which quickly morphed into Sheriff, as in the Sheriff of Nottingham, nemesis of Robin Hood.)I stopped sucking and looked up at John Crow's face. He was grinning."That's right, little lady. I'm not.