The year was 1947 and thirty year old Eddie worked on the Sorrel Farm out near Fairview. Missus Sorrel was no prize beauty; let that be said up front....She was about thirty years old her own self and a little on the dumpy side. She was sloppy dressed in the best of times and usually very unkempt. But to Eddie she was beauty incarnate. When she walked out to the hen house to gather the eggs Eddie watched every movement her fat ass made as she waddled slowly across the yard. He imagined what it. Quietly, Mavis said, replenishing her husband's drink, "If they give you an opportunity to fuck them--don't turn it down." She hoped bitterness and deceit weren't apparent in her voice.Phil laughed and clutched a firm butt cheek in one hand as he took the drink from her hand that trembled slightly. "I doubt that they can give a guy the quality of nookey you can." Thanks for the dubious compliment," Mavis smiled gratefully."You're a good piece of ass," Phil nodded, reaching under the hem of her. No.G. We went to that river I went to as a boy. Just me with the rest of you girls. (And so it began.) You all wanted to go swimming, but we hadn’t brought any togs. I said you could all go skinny-dipping, so you did. Afterwards you all lay on the rocks to dry off.G. Do you remember that? (I certainly did. It was the beginning of this path I was heading down in a certain sense and the memories were sharp, though I’d had the sense not to try and photograph it, just treat it as a normal. Mr. Miller already hard smiled, and Sheriff Owen’s seven inches stood straight up as soon as he saw what I was doing. He let out a soft moan. “That’s fucking hot.” “Good cunt.” Mr. Miller said as he watched me settle down from my cum. “Now, put your thumb up in there too.” He and Sheriff Owen moved to sit on either side of the bed, staring hungrily at my spread open slit. I twisted my hand, and felt my thumb go to the right place but to get it inside I was going to have to push almost my.