I soon seemed to become the lonely widow's pet project, her only daughter studying abroad for the summer. She would take me into town to her salon, ea...h time becoming a little more involved. First it was hair conditioning, then it was a makeover, then a manicure and a pedicure. Finally, I felt she went too far, she had them give me a full bodywax. Formally eighteen and never been kissed, I now had my privates denuded by total strangers. She excused it as the reason for the new bikini she bought. He told Matt to kneel and take my cock in his hands. Being watched made this even this extremely more exciting! Matt knelt down and took my dick into his hands and began to give me a fews pumps. Within seconds he had a rhythm going. My hips would meet his hands as he would stroke down my cock. Max sat on his couch watching us, playing with his cock. He spat on his dick and rubbed his Saliva all over his dick, it made it look so slimy and succulent. Matt didn't need to be told what to do. It would probably travel to a safe area where it could eat its food without being bothered. It was an interesting sight to observe and I hoped to have the opportunity to experience many more of those natural interactions.The sky was a soft blue with strands of wispy white clouds. I would guess that a painter would need to move his brush very gently across the canvas in order to capture the lightness of the clouds. A refreshing breeze circulated softly through the trees. The landscape was lush. He was examining a small fork lift truck standing just inside a barn. ‘It seems in good order,’ he climbed on and turned the ignition key and the motor coughed into life and the fork frame ran smoothly up and down the cradle. I saw that the trader label was the machinery supplier that ‘Ben the Bastard” worked for, so the provenance of the vehicle was good, Ben may have been a wanker but the equipment he sold was always first class. When Brian Bell, the farmer returned I suggested that we would.