I had always been conservative and almost a recluse as I moved out of my parents' home into my own cottage. I had no girlfriend at the time and I was ...onely. It's been a long time since I graduated college. I left heartbroken as my fiancé ditched me for some jock on the football team. As a result, I hid out and built up my body, but avoiding women and any relationship with them. I was now passed middle aged but with at least a trim body. The age all showed on my face, I was seldom happy and. If I don't find the strongbox where you say it is, I'm gonna let you hang by your balls for a whole day. Then, if I'm feeling right charitable, I'll let you down. On the other hand, if I don't feel so charitable, I'll ride away and just let you hang there until the buzzards eat enough of you for you to fall to the ground. What do you say to that, my friend?" Oh, God, please don't do that. I just remembered that we quit using that hideout about a month ago and moved on to another place not far. As she reaches her orgasm she lifts her soaking pussy off my mouth. Moving from me she sits in her chair and suggests that I may like to wash my face. As I stand in front of the mirror I smile as I see that my face is smeared with her juices and my hair is wet and sticky. Thinking that it is all over I move towards my discarded clothes when she says, “The experiment isn’t over. You’re still hard and I want to feel that steel rod inside me.” Smiling just at the thought I ask, “What’s your name?”. I so distinctly remember Austin showing up at the store one afternoon, sitting down and showing me a spot on his jacket. He pointed to the spot and said in a drawn out tone, “Speeeewww,” meaning the spot was his cum. He scored with that girl, and apparently felt the desire to show me the evidence. I asked, “Is that your cum?” Austin just answered with a big smile, “Mmmm Hmmm.” I thought that was hot.~~~On our first sleepover, by ten o’clock, we were both really high, and each laying in the.