He suggested I ask for a ride at the neighboring farm, for they were almost always transporting produce into the city. The next morning I packed, said...my goodbyes and walked to the farm. Once there I found it fairly deserted, and decided to head off to the main building. A gorgeous oblong wooden structure that was surrounded by flower bushes and cobbled stone paths. I knocked on the door and answered it a man of about 50. This was Mr. Obelo, the hyper rich but down to earth farm owner that. This was repeatedly checked to confirm the result before she put her lips to the fountainhead, just the tip of it. Oh what pleasure this gave to me! I did not move and in spite of the excitement resulting from this touch just loosened my body to relax and enjoy the feeling to the maximum extent. She thereafter took grater portion of my cock in her mouth and started to suck with a hunger, which can only be felt to be believed. The result was further rise in my excitement level to the point of. Weird though it was I looked over but really couldn't see anything"I'll take your word for it" Alright mate" Pete said "we'll take them both out" I hesitated for a second but realised I didn't have much to loose at that point.I waited until he pulled the sheets away on his and bared my shaft.This was honestly one of the most liberating moments of my lifetime - and after a second of awkwardness became the most genuine and open experiences imaginable.This was pre-highspeed internet so I genuinely. Someone told me you took her every place you went." Without taking a breath and certainly not letting me answer he babbled on, "I can understand that, she's a real looker. In some ways it keeps the expenses down on those long trips, eh?" I thought he was going to reach all the way over to nudge me in the ribs before adding, "As we get older though, the old 'needs' do seem to fade away. I will admit it's nice not to be governed by those urges, though their loss is missed on occasion I suppose..