” She replied and gave my cock a lick. “My mother has been real defensive against boys here on this farm. I have thought about making my own toys....The problem is that I am not the best craftswoman. I usually go up to my mom’s bedroom and steal her dildo and buttplugs.” She said a little ashamed. I started thinking about how my uncle had shown me how to cast keys and small metal items. It can’t be too difficult to make a dildo form and pour some gel into it. I told her about my idea. “Really,. I stopped my car where I could see the back of the silver Toyota. About half of the parking area was lite in a dim ghostly glow from the street lights a half block to the west, but where the Toyota had stopped was in the middle of a black hole of shadows cast by the huge cottonwood trees that lined that parking lot. I could not see anything happening in the car. After a couple of minutes the dome light came on and one of the girls, I assumed it was Jazz, got out of the passenger side of the. To examine it, to admire it, to test whether it feels or reacts differently to a touch. I avoid my mirrored eyes and gaze down so that I can ogle my truly naked pleasure pot. Moving closer, I look at pores that have not been clear of growth since before puberty. My folds sit slightly parted, their crinkled edges bending inwards as if trying to hide from my leering gaze. I place a few drops of oil on my fingers and begin to polish my vulva with the viscous liquid, gently working the balm into. Could I ask for anything more? I came with a bang! Instead of her mouth, I shot my seed in the sweet summer Greek air and all over my chest…maybe some drops flew high and far enough falling down on the unsuspecting pedestrians. Love is in the air! I scooped the cum with my fingers from my chest and fed it to the wife, she licked every drop. I kept the last scoop for myself.When she finally stood up and went to sit on the other chair, the man next to us stood up too and approached our side.“Hi,.