Marty was doing exactly what he wanted to do, and had the company of a woman 25 years younger and of questionable morals. Marty was living every old m...n’s dream. While you are riding a frail bicycle, you tend to keep your eyes on the road. At least I did, what with the threat of squirrels and rabbits throwing my ass in a ditch filled with water on the side of the road. With that threat removed, I was able to take a better look at the plants growing along the cracked blacktop. There were. There was no one moving out, but a new family was moving in. Among them was a stern looking man, a fair looking lady and two girls, one looked older than the other maybe about twelve. At first he thought nothing of it, but another glance at the twelve year old he thought something different. Seeing her long brown beautiful hair swaying in the wind, her small clear face with no bumps or blemishes, with little rose petal colored lips. The most perfect body he had ever seen. It made him aroused,. Marie notice the butt plug I was still holding, taking it from me, sherolled it round in her hands then told me to lay face down on the table,I felt Marie pull down my knucklers' and felt her squeeze something coldand wet into my bottom, closely followed by the but plug, I wasinstructed to lift my weight off the table and Marie reached under me andpulled my now hard wily back between my legs, when she had done this, shepulled my knickers firmly up, pushing me down hard against the table. When it came to the farm he seemed to loosen up a little. I even notice that he managed to sneak a look at me whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. I decided to test him a little. I wasn’t wearing a bra and the thin blouse I was wearing showed off my nipples real good if I stretched my arms above my head, pointing to something. I did and I got the reaction I wanted. His face turned red as he stared at my nipples. I pretended not to notice but, now I knew. He wasn’t gay, just shy. I determined.