“Sally’s a lucky girl.”“Erm, yes, I guess so,” I said, a bit embarrassed myself.She smiled at me.“Aren’t old women like me allowed to ad...ire a nice-looking cock?” she said. “You looked as if you were enjoying it when I came in.”I blushed even more, and she chuckled again.“Don’t worry, Annie,” she said. “I’m not shocked, and I’m just sorry you heard me come in. I was going to go and leave you to it, but then you heard me.”Then it was her turn to blush, and she hesitated before she went. "Suck it, bite it, squeeze it," she pleads. As I do so she once again stiffens as her climax approaches. I want to enter her badly, I raise up and begin to position her."Not this time," she whispers, "I want you to wait." I am confused, as she redirects me to the junction of her thighs where I continue to ply my skills to her flower. Soon the build-up begins, and she closes my head between her legs and for the second time squirts all over my face. Again no screams, but instead I hear her. Soon they were at the pasture. Judy stopped the car, and together they carried the ice chest. That time, going through the wire, she made sure nothing snagged and ripped. That had been-the start, she remembered, her tarn dress, exposing her thigh mid pink panties. She still had those panties in her bedroom, and would keep them forever as a reminder of her pleasures with Tony.They moved to the low hill near the old tree. Judy removed her raincoat and her son pulled his pants off. She spread out. It is shaped like a real cock with thick, protruding veins and colored and textured like real flesh. It’s the closest thing she can get to being real. This thing is so long and large that there cannot possible be a human being on the planet with anything close to matching its size. Rory’s heart is pounding on the way back down stairs. She is about to embark on something crazy and wonderful. Embarrassment and shame fuels her excitement. This is certainly not something she should be considering,.