I contemplated telling my husband, or my employer or my dad, where I was going, but what could I tell them? If I said anything vaguely like the truth ...hey would try to stop me and if I got away they would worry until they heard from me, and if they didn't hear from me what could they do to help?I asked him to send me photographs that proved he really did have this farm. He asked what would do that, what would convince me. I said I wanted a photograph of one of his girls sitting under a horse. They are very shy, which I love this part of our relationship because it causes me to always be attentive to her words and body motions. I can tell very quickly when she is wanting my man stick, she will usually sit in front of me with her legs spread so I can see her juicy pussy. Even though she wears nice clothing she will always have on something she knows will get my attention. One night I was just tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, so I had to find a way to leave my house without. She swallowed a lot, but a lot came out and she almost started choking. When I finally finished, she looked up with a sheepish grin and said “How was that “Wow!” I said. “That’s what I thought” she said as she laughed. “My sister said that boys like that better than anything.”“Wow!” I said again, unable to think enough to expand my vocabulary. “Do you want to try something else?” she asked looking at me wickedly.“Yeah, sure!” I said immediately. “First, play with my pussy a little more. Then. Now, Eric is not as solid as John as he works on computers all day, but he does keep himself in shape and loves to sunbathe nude too. He was slighter in build but his cock was a perfect 7" in length and just the right width for sucking. I didn't have to wait too long, as John had gone back to what he loves best, and Eric came and stood beside my head so that I could take his glorious shaft into my mouth and suck him. Before we went any further, I suggested that we move to the bedroom where we.