” His cock was getting hard again (I liked that) and his one hand was down inside of the rear of my shorts. This was a change I could learn to love!...��Look, you go to the truck; I’m going to tell your mother that I have to check something at the gas well and, you’re coming with me.”On the way out of the barn I grabbed the big jar of Vaseline…just in case.We didn’t even get close to the gas well. We did drive out along the one long field, out of sight of the house and close to the beginning of. I’m hungry.” He gently slapped her on the ass and went into the bathroom.Caroline lazed in bed until her husband had cleaned up and dressed, then showered and dressed. She dressed simply, pulling on a low-cut sweater, which showed a considerable bit of cleavage, and a long button front skirt, for which she only buttoned a few buttons, to show most of her long legs to a point well up her thighs. Three-inch-high ‘fuck me’ pumps completed the look. Underwear was not needed; she worked out enough. ‘How long is it?’ she gasped. ‘Just short of 10 inches. Touch it. It doesn’t bite.’ Emma reached out hesitantly. She had rather long fingers, but they barely touched when she took him in her hand. The skin of Derek’s penis was hot and smooth, and she could feel his steady heartbeat as she gripped him. ‘Would you like your lesson to begin?’ Derek asked softly. Emma’s gaze shifted up. ‘Yes.’ Derek took her by the shoulders and sat her down on the edge of the bed. From the bedside table he brought. I wanted to know more. That was my first mistake. "Well it was nice talking to you dear, but I'd best be going." Missy said putting out her cigarette on the table. "Wait, why don't we hang out some time?" I asked before thinking. I don't know why but I wanted to see her again. And the idea of not being able to, made me sad. "I'm afraid I'm a very busy woman who doesn't have alot of free time." She said bluntly. "Well how about a cup of coffee sometime today." I asked hopefully. She eyed me.