It was as empty as anyplace I had ever seen. The former occupants had left in a hurry and left nothing behind. We looked at each other and he dropped...his pants. I dropped mine also and started to stroke my dick. He smiled as he reached for his cock and we watched each other jack off. As his cock grew so did mine. I could not believe how exciting this was. I had never thought of another man's cock being exciting without it being in a woman's cunt or mouth! But here I was fully hard with barely. Although it's an old farmhouse, it has not been a working farm since the 1950s, the biggest job we did was to replace the single panes with sealed units which as well as keeping the heat in greatly reduced the condensation, the windows would stream water when cold outside, so there's no discomfort in walking around just wearing a bath-sheet. Enjoying my meal of mutton stew in the kitchen sitting with my back to the Rayburn stove, it's gentle heat further relaxing me and my wife fussing around. She began to swing and sashay her hips faster and dance around in a circle. Then she recalled one of the suggestions her mother had given her. She stopped deliberately bend so far over at the waist, some of the tressels from her long, brunette hair, swept the stage floor. She started shaking her ass at all the dirty old men. Since she was still wearing only a pair of those super tight, too small bikini bottoms, she was sure they all got a good look at her barely covered bum. She managed to do a. Her clit and her fully engorged dark pink inner lips looked even more beautiful from the front. With a wicked smile on her lips she took another dollop of shower gel in her hands and began to cover her breasts with it. Rotating her hands around she flicked her nipples between her fingers. Again and again she moaned contentedly before she opened her eyes and smiled directly at me. She waited for a response, making me all tingly and warm inside at the same time.'Hey,' she almost whispered with.