“Because consent is my kink!”There was a loud hoot, and Nicole beamed, clearly proud of the song, as though just by being here we were a part of t...at same sentiment. Maybe it’s stupid, but the applause stopped the show, some of the women standing to shout their approval, even though I knew so many of them were already anticipating the line. It was like being part of a single voice, a scream into the afternoon affirming the right to have some fucking fun without some asshole ruining it.That it. Then, he asked Bart if he knew any reliable farmers who might like to work on his new holdings. “There’s good land and about every tool needed - including weapons. All it needs is an experienced hand.”“I might know someone,” Bart hedged. “Is that widow, Rosie, going to be there?”“That’s the plan right now,” Pēteris replied. “I suppose it will eventually depend upon if she finds herself a new man, and what he wants. I told her she could stay as long as she wishes.”Bart looked at Pēteris with a. I promise I won’t look if you don’t want me to.’I stepped into the bath behind her, dropping my towel on the bathroom floor as I went. Using both hands now, I rubbed the soap into her back and shoulders. Standing so close to her that my hard cock almost touched her ass as it bobbed around from the motion of me massaging her shoulders.‘That feels nice.’ She purred, arching her back slightly, causing the head of my cock to graze the skin of her butt. ‘And it seems like you are enjoying it. His cock is now pillowed on top of his nutsack and it is looking straight up at me. "Hot dam, is one good-looking pecker bud!"He chuckles and says, "Thanks, glad you like it."His foreskin is thick and fleshy and puckers at the end of his dick. He grabs the shaft of his pecker and gives it a few slow strokes. He retracts his foreskin and shows me his wet pink shiny glistening knob. It is slick with his natural lube and he slides his foreskin up and down over his knob. "If you keep doing that,.