“Even if it’s a dirty old man, like you.”I said, “Even dirty old men need love.”She looked me in the eye and said, “That’s a possibility...” She got up and said, “Time to run. Then, I’ve got a date for breakfast.” She smiled and headed off down that short trail. I jumped up and followed behind her happy to watch her toned body as she ran effortlessly down the trail. She saw the root and easily dodged it. I managed to keep up on the trail but had to slow when we returned to the main part of the. He asked me if I wanted to touch it. "Hell yes," I said...I sat up and began exploring how it felt, how it looked. He pointed out his balls. touched and played with them, they really are two balls in a bag. I never even knew they existed until then. I was totally fascinated by his sexual organ, to this day I am still fascinated by them. He then told me to wrap my hand around his cock and gently stroke it. As did it began to grow hard and big. was amazed. I was surprised that I could get him. She ran a hand through the trail of cum that covered her breasts, lazily trailing a finger through it and slipping it into her mouth. She moaned quietly at the sugary sweet taste that filled her mouth and eagerly enveloped the strange cock, desperate to get a second taste. Her husbands cum had always tasted horrible, but this was like the nectar of the gods.She ran her hands over her breasts, massaging the sticky white fluid into her skin, she had heard that cum was good for the skin so maybe. When Susan didn't make any protest, Diane carefully pulled them down, too. Reaching for her own crotch again, Diane's other hand reached out to Susan's exposed womanhood. I could tell when contact was made by the way Susan's eyes closed, and she hesitated briefly, half my penis protruding from between her lips.Susan quickly got her attention back to what she'd been doing to me, and was soon taking nearly my entire length into her mouth again. But I knew that Diane was having her own fun with.