I tugged impatiently on his shirt and tie, and removed it, allowing myself to explore the ridges of his hard muscles while he unbuckled his pants and ...eleased his cock. It stood arrogantly at attention.It had been such a long time for me. He was perfect. I took his hard, thick length in my hand, pumping it experimentally, relishing the feeling of his firm, silky, intensely rich organ against my skin. I loved the way his skin looked against mine; I liked how my paleness was illuminated by his. . sweet Jesus she was naked under my blanket. As I handed her the drink my hand was shaking badly but I tried to keep up a façade of normality... like I had naked women running around my house all the time. "Here you go Marilyn, one rum and Coke." She took the drink from my trembling fingers and smiled at me."Thanks Mark, I really appreciate this."I guess that my mouth was wide open and I know that my eyes were as big as saucers as I stared at her breasts as they pushed out the Forty Niners. During dinner, I told Mary about meeting with Ed Jenson and the agreement that I had made with him. She was as excited as I was about expanding my business. Between the Hanson and Jenson places, I should have a good source of wild hog meat for the rest of the summer, if not longer.Mary reported that she was having good luck with her garden. Now that the dogs were keeping the hogs away, she was sure that she would get a good yield from everything she planted. She had reserved a small section of. Stacy was a bit taller and had larger breasts – I think. It was hard to tell for sure because she dressed to hide her shape.Thinking about Stacy’s shape got me thinking about undressing Stacy with my teeth and discovering all of her special spots, then figuring out how to exploit them all for her pleasure. There was so little actual information available that it was mostly guesswork when trying to picture Stacy’s body. Once I started thinking about pleasuring Stacy, Mr. Johnson began to demand.