She’s finally gonna do that damn interview! The blue-eyed girl who was waiting for her at the lodge accompanies her, still naked, towards the vast t...rrace which juts out above the lagoon.Sitting on a pretentious wicker armchair, reading the newspaper, is a massive black man of about fifty years old. He is dressed in a ridiculous loincloth, big sunglasses, and has a long whip across his waist. he young girl approaches him and kneels in silence. The man continues to read. Rebecca is there,. My dick was already stirring. Cripes, I could seethe bulge and I know that if she looked, she could as well.I was now the one who was almost tongue tied. "Well sureguys masturbate, Jean. At least everyone I know does, andall the time, or at least that's what they say."Jean gets restless when she's approaching anemotionally-charged conversation and I was increasinglyaware of her legs as she shifted them back and forth.Abruptly, they parted as she crammed both hands, straightarmed, between her. "Hey Dad!" Bobby called from the barn. John looked to see his son in the hayloft pointing at him. Suddenly he felt the hairs on his neck tingle and his blood ran cold. His mind raced. If Bobby was up there, then who was behind him? "Run dad!" Bobby yelled. Just then John heard a low growl from the cornrows behind him.Running as fast as he could, John was afraid to look back. He cleared the corn running across the yard, when his wife came out of the house holding a shotgun. "What is it John?". The back rub felt great, then he moved down to my legs. He went so high up my legs he gently brushed against my balls a couple of times and I was getting a hard on. Then he moved up to my butt and did a good job on my glutes and moved in to the crack of my ass with a light touch. It felt pretty damn good and my stiffy was rising. “Turn over.” Tim said. I did, and he did not waste any time. He looked at my hard-on, giggled and said, “You seem to like this.” and he gently stroked my bulge.