Bare buttocks, behind the body, flowed up to a straight spine. Solid brass, ancient and warm, all upstaged by the tumescent thrusting third leg.His co...k was larger than the bronze mold should have justified. Its girth was impressive, it's length just short of disturbing. The statue was polished with care and reverence. The erection was stroked with love, and sighs of regret.Stories handed down through the generations suggested he was able to cause dreams, and aid fertility. In reality, of. She also thought that under all that infernal dirt, grime, and long hair, that he was probably quite attractive. She looked out the back window, and saw him mowing her back yard. He was sweaty and disgusting, she thought to herself, all outside in the heat and all those grass shavings everywhere. He happened to look up at the door just then, and did a double take. Rebecca realized that in her distraction, she had actually not tied the sash in her robe, and the yard man probably had seen full. With a sigh he set about doing something about it.Walking downstairs David found everyone active and everything seemingly normal. He'd been anxious, expecting the worst when Ellen confronted him, but neither she nor Flora were anywhere to be seen. Instead, Linda and Maggie had undertaken the breakfast chores, and both confessed they had no clue where the others had gotten to. That made David curious, but he was more relieved over having missed a major confrontation. It at least gave him time to. She had however felt frequently aroused and to calm her at these times she masturbated sometimes for long periods and readily achieved repeated climaxes. She then revealed her fantasies and said these had become almost compulsive since her menopause and she desperately wanted to fulfil them in reality. She had been lead to believe that her menopause may lead to a loss of desire and that intercourse might be dry painful and that her desires may subside to almost memories. On the contrary she.