I have a number of hobbies, which means its in the barn where you’ll find me most evenings, well, that is until recently, because I now have a lover... where he lives and how we met shook me a bit, my now regret is that we did not meet years ago.My wife enjoys a little stroll each day, some days she’ll walk as far as Lizzy’s and spend time catching up on local gossip, often, she is passed by cars and farm machinery, about a month ago a car stopped and my wife got chatting to the driver, it. He bit his lower lip, looking down at me, incredulously. I grinned up at the boy and spread his thighs, revealing his soft, hairless ass. It puckered as it was exposed, and Lucas blushed. “Lean back, babe.” I gestured with my hand, and he grew even more bashful at the name. Without hesitation, I delved between his legs, wriggling and worming my tongue harshly against his hole. Lucas cried out. “Oh my god!” he gasped through parted lips, as his back arched, pressing his bottom against me. I. ‘Just stay here, okay?’ ‘I don’t think he wants to talk.’ ‘Cheryl…’ ‘Teddy!’ ‘It’s nothing I can’t handle,’ he said. ‘Please?’ she appealed to him, ‘Let’s just go.’ ‘Babe,’ he gripped her shoulders gently, ‘It’s probably some drunk asshole redneck who thinks he owns the place looking for a fight. He’s probably pissing on my bumper right now.’ Cheryl wasn’t convinced. ‘If things get hairy, we’ll get the hell out of here, okay?’ ‘Shit,’ Cheryl shook her head and sat back in her seat. The door. My fingers trace lightly over her sensitive inner thighs, and then back to her knee. My movements are slow, and light. After some time, after she's accepted my hands being on her body, I begin to move higher up her legs. Again, my movements are slow and caressing. By this time her husband has repositioned himself, so he can see what I'm doing. This allows the married couple to look into each other's faces, and I'm sure the husband can see in his wife's face the same thing I see -- an anxious,.