Mr. Davis sat in a chair as Becky led me onto the bed and our tender kissing continued. My body was reacting to her soft touch and I returned the favo... by caressing her very firm breasts while probing my tongue in her eager mouth.As she straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my awaiting mouth she explained. "Richard and I have been married for little over a year, and he has trouble pleasing me in bed. See, he has been a widower for twelve years, and the only sexual pleasure he has. He had thought that the hardness earned on the "Lune's" pumps would be enough. He rubbed his palms on his coat, ignored the pain and tugged his gloves back on."Hands get soft out there, all that damn water with no real work. Your calluses'll be back. I could feel how hard your hand was underneath. When we stops for dinner, maybe you can get some salt on 'em and wrap 'em up. If not then, do it tonight. You're through ax cutting for today. I'll start limbing and whacking up four-foot lengths, and. I glanced back at the mirror, smirking as I noticed the teenage cutie's free hand disappearing between her tight, juicy thighs, the back hem of her dangerously short dress twitching as her eager fingers worked her pussy just out of sight. She glanced to the side, looking back at me in the mirror before she admired her reflection while she slurped happily on my long, thick cock. Drops of saliva began to stretch obscenely from her fat lower lip, finally splashing onto the tiled floor between her. Maybe I would try them out also, with a sexy skirt I found, while I was jerking off.I continued searching and what I would find next was beyond my wildest dreams. Behind all the clothes was a huge plastic bag. In that bag I found toys in the numbers. There were cars, plastic models, old toys and a few barbies. But at the bottom of the bag I found a beautiful, big size Pippi Longstocking Doll! My penis grew beyond anything I was used to and fast. I had always had a weakness for dolls, growing up.