” I felt an instant arousal and I said to her, “Are you sure about this? What suddenly brought this on?” “I had been thinking about it for a...while now, and my desires have grown to a point that I can’t take it any longer. I am also getting older and this might be my last shot of experiencing my fantasy,” she replied back. I was truly excited and told her that in the morning that I would look for a suitable gentleman who could give her a fantasy of a lifetime. I began to articulated several. I told her to repack the bag and then retrace her steps to the cabin.As I’d thought she’d very likely do, when we got more out in the open and closer to the front of the cabin, she threw the bag at my head and ran for the gap in the trees that was the driveway as I ducked away from the missile. Even having to hang on to her baggy shorts she was fast, but she tripped straight over the cord I’d hidden in the long grass and went down with a shriek. She tried to get up, but I wasn’t a whole lot. This time she didn't scream as loud, though. And what she'd said wasn't really true. Susan wanted to stay angry, but she was having trouble, because she could see Stewart's big hard cock. And when she saw it, she just couldn't help getting excited. She remembered when she'd felt his big prick in her cunt and in her mouth. That had been so good."Sure you care about it," Stewart murmured softly. He had his big cock in his hand and he was squeezing it, getting it even longer and thicker. He could. Clifton laughed and told me that he had not had sex in a year with his black wife. But then I decided to take a gamble and told him that I was talking about having fun with my own wife. The black man almost choked on his drink. He asked if I had gone crazy. But I explained that if he could get away from his wife; he might be able to have some fun with mine…Then he told me he had never fucked a white woman before.And that had always been his great unfulfilled fantasy.Clifton led his tired old.