But mostly from a fear that he would be caught out in his first step over the line into breaking the rules, any rules.On almost an hourly basis, Stanl...y received demands for Obie’s attention concerning the Anderson land purchases. But because the Western Union rules concerning delivery didn’t include a messenger riding 15 miles to a ranch, these messages piled up in Stanley’s outgoing mailbox for the Jackson ranch.During that week, No one from the Jackson Ranch came into town. And subsequently,. She didn’t know what to say. But she had to say something. “Uh, well, yes, Bob does have a very attractive penis. And I do admire a large glans, what you call the cock head. And that ridge around the edge of the glans is called the corona. That is a very sensitive area on any man’s penis.” Linda’s face colored as she replied, obviously embarrassed. Being the troublemaker that I am, I pushed it even further. “Aunt Linda, why don’t your rub Bob’s corona for him. I am sure he would really. “When we were in high school we had to fight to keep the boys out of our pants and our legs together. So here we are years later planning to spread our legs and let strange black men fuck us. Boy how time changes things.”Both women had a laugh over this but they were still in their periods, which ran within a day of each other. So the plan was to let the guys know they were willing to give it a go.That night while cuddling Linda whispered to me that she was okay if I really wanted to make my. . I never got near the middle of the bed then. He'd push me aside with that cold butt of his, giggling like a girl, thinking it was so funny. And I'd laugh too, and push him back, but he always won. I didn't mind really.We both slept naked, and the feel of his butt was always arousing. God we did it a lot. All of it. Tender, gentle lovemaking, his touch sensitive but firm, our mutual caresses binding our souls. And fucking. Wild animal stuff. Frenzied coupling like wanton goats. Quickies almost.