The hunter stretched his arms over his head and yawned. Kicking his booted feet out in front of him, he slapped his hands down on his thighs with a lo...d pop. He vigorously rubbed the thick canvas of his hunting pants then reached down for the wine bottle. His free hand slid over and grabbed his crotch. Even from where I was, I could see his fingers squeezing his bulge. My dick lengthened even more and pumped squirt of pre-cum into my jeans. I heard the metallic click of a belt buckle and saw. Any other day, I would have been thrilled to see her at my door, but today exhausted and sleepy as I was, I was in no mood to meet her. Forcing a smile on my face, I opened the door. “Sorry beta, I don’t mean to disturb you.” she began, with a concerned look on her plump made-up face.“No aunty, why don’t you come in.” I said to her with forced politeness, opening the door and stepping aside to let her in. I didn’t want any of the neighbours to spot her at my door.As I closed the door, she. "She then picked up a fairly wide-looking garment that was light bluesatin with rows of tiny white lace sewn all around the edges and on theseams, the back of it had many little holes like lace-up shoes have.There was a long one-piece string, made of what looked like many woven,light blue, shiny threads that had a knot tied in the middle of it. Thefront had two sides, one with little metal pegs and the other had metalclips with holes in the ends of them.Karen slipped it around my belly and. They just kept playing with it and making over it so much that they started to rub it a little raw. So he made them stop handling it. But he did agree to leave it out so they could look at it. About that time I got kind of woozy from all that cheap beer and went to bed.I woke up the next morning between Bev and Mel. "Dessie Mae and Elmo eloped last night," Mel told me. "We stayed behind to sort of console you if you feel the need for consolation." Ladies, right now I feel the need to piss more.