"I don't want to seem obtuse, but you'll have to spell it out for me." You can figure it out for yourself, Steve," chided Brooke. "They gave me a choi...e. I didn't choose the cake." Brooke! For God's sake! Those two guys are.." Hung like horses? Hornier than a two peckered billy goat? Men that make a woman feel desirable? Absolute studs? Is that what you were going to say?" demanded Brooke."No. I was going to say that they were both in your history class a few years ago! They were your students!. Her pussy was tight and I pushed my dick and it went into her deeply and she was moaning like, “Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me like your bitch, you bloody boy. I am your slut fuck me harder” and all to which to desire to fuck her harder got increased.Then, we had a great pleasure and after 30 min of sex, I was about to cum and I asked her where to come to which she said to cum inside her pussy and I released a whole lot of the cum inside her and it was a great pleasure.And then we slept like that. I just thought that some other man or women had taught her a new way of sucking cock. Then I felt her pull my cock out of her mouth and felt her hand grasp my pre-cum drooling cock, she started to jack me off. It was electrifying, the way she rubbed my pre-cum all over my cock head making it jump and throb.Then she pulled my blindfold off and I realized It WASN'T my ex-wife who was working over my prick, It was some man I started struggling but I couldn't get away my ex-wife smacked me hard on. I'd come home on the school bus from Healdsburg of an afternoon, and he would be sitting on the front porch fidgeting with one of his ever present briar pipes and gazing over the vineyards at peace with life and with himself. He neither needed nor wanted the added complexity (and inherent laws!) of owning a commercial winery.Not that he couldn't, or wouldn't make wine. Tucked in a corner of the property, cut off by a small rise, were two acres of Zin vines planted somewhere around the early.