She walked around and found a shout man bent over banging away with his hammer on a sheet of tin on a anvil."Excuse me", he couldn't hear her over the...banging."EXCUSE ME", she yelled and he stopped and straighten himself up. He was much taller now standing well over a arms length over her head. He stood there in blue pants, blue shoes and blue apron. No shirt on she noticed his muscles that had come from working years on the anvil. He had dark tanned skin,black jet hair and a long black beard. The sissy old man wanted to be fucked from behind. I put a condom on and gave it to him, yanking the condom off at the last second to cover his back in jizz.I can't forget Phil. He was a Realtor who supposedly had a hot wife for FMM, but wanted to put me through the paces first. To make our first encounter more wild, we did it in a furnished condo he rented out on one of the made beds. Phil had a nice body and was a handsome guy.All of this got me nervous. We went to the bedroom. “Shit," I mumble. "It feels so good.”My pussy is responding to the fucking action of my vibrator but I need something else. Something that will really do it for me. I stand and walk over to the box that is up against my wall.I take out my Sybian riding machine. It weighs forty pounds and I carry it to my bed. I plug in the machine and take out the attachments. I’m going to ride with the medium sized dildo and I rub lubrication jelly over my pussy and the toy.I straddle the Sybian and guide the. Now, as I reported in the first "On Patrol," we indulged in "all the way" sex. I knew precisely what her mons and cunt lips looked like. In fact, since that first night of pleasure, I'd masturbated to my visions and memories of her body - several times.There she stood, and used an index finger to draw me forward to her. It was coquettish, and seductive. I, of course, made no effort to resist. There she was - long brown, streaked tresses dangling about her shoulders - playing tag with her.