She'd done one of my shows with me last summer and shown me how to cook a real farm breakfast."Well, Brian Frost. How nice to see you. Come in," she s...id softly. "Marshall and I were just having a cup of coffee. Can I pour you one?" Thank you, Mrs. Jacobs." She led me to the living room where Mr. Jacobs sat, sort of staring out the window."Hello, Mr. Jacobs," I said."Saw you ride up on that big horse. He's getting old," he said."Yes, but he still likes a nice ride. We don't push it. Especially. I decided to go for it, so I went to the kitchen and took Bruce’s hand and asked, “Will you come sit on the couch?” He let me lead him into the living room and sat down on the couch. Bruce had a funny look on his face, when I got down on my knees between his legs. Hands on his thighs, I spread them and rubbed his dick through his sweat pants. It was already semi-hard It should have been obvious from my position, but looking down at me, Bruce still asked, “What are you looking for?” Since that. It took him a while but once he figured out that each Sunday morning, when his dad went golfing with his buddies, his mom took her shower then lay back on her bed, totally naked and, vibrator in hand, played with herself until she had an orgasm. Soon he realized that he could easily slip into her closet while she showered and then watch her jack off through the louvers in the door. He watched her fingers pulling and caressing her breasts and nipples while her other hand, with the vibrator,. I feel your strong, firm hands on my waist and your body pressed against me as you pull me tightly to you. I stand there, with one hand still holding the deadbolt and feel you nuzzle my neck and plant a warm, nibbling kiss upon it. ‘It’s so good to finally see you’ you almost whisper next to my ear.>> Your boldness and confidence ignite a passion in me…the nervous butterflies turn into pangs of desire in my stomach. As I turn to face you, your hands move up and gently capture my face. Looking.