But we had just played around the edges. Some of Inga's fantasies went well beyond what I had experienced. I had similar fantasies though and I had wr...tten about many of them in my stories. I had every intention of making her dark dreams come true.As you might expect, we received excellent service that afternoon. Inga and I talked quietly and got to know each other a little better. I had to stop her from self-consciously trying to cover herself from time to time. It was just a reflex. She. He had been strolling around the arcade off and on all night. He came up to me. “What you got under there?” he said, flicking the string on my bikini bottom.I pulled the panty aside and exposed my dick. He gave my left breast a squeeze. “You on hormones?” I nodded. “Yeah, I started taking them in the joint” I lied. “You like my tits?”His big hand was cupping and massaging my tits. “Oh yeah, you got a nice pair on you. How long were you in the joint for?”“Two years,’ I said. “That’s where I got. Her next idea was to put a condom on the next ten cocks to stick through those gloryholes. Then we would suck them off or jerk them off until they all unloaded their cum into the condoms. One by one we unloaded each of the ten cocks into a condom. When those ten were done my girl pulls out this flask. She then takes a condom, unrolls it, hangs it into the flask and d****s the condom over the flasks edge. Now we have a condom with a stretched open top. My girl proceeds to take each cum-filled. One can't miss what one doesn't know. Great-granddad, then Granddad, then Daddy had run the farm. Naturally, Daddy expected me to take over one day. At one time, I thought I would, but not anymore. Maybe my being gay would solve that problem for me. Doubtful Daddy wanted me working by his side on the farm now. "No queer better be in my home," he had said.I climbed down from the truck and headed for the pond. Settling down underneath a tree, I listened to the frogs' croakin' and watched some.