I trusted his motives and didn’t intervene. As if. I don’t know how many times he worked over my back. It’s not something you count. You just le... him do it and enjoy. His hands moved down to my butt and again he needed to pull me against him. Honest. He worked the muscles hard. It bore no resemblance to foreplay. Jeff was not aroused. He was just doing this because he was my guy. That aroused me. When his hands moved to the tops of my legs, it gave me enough room to undo the button on his. A full beard, rough hands and dark eyes. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three times her size. His shadow seemed to tower over her small frame, curled on the ground. He was older too, 45? 50? It was hard to tell with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.'Please, please I'll leave. I didn't steal.. I didn't break anything' She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a reply she didn't expect. The man laughed deeply, his. Still when she was leaving I could smell my cum from her. It made me so horny and I have been Cumming for so many times that as I waved her from the door, I squirted on the floor. And wow… that was a squirt. It wetted almost 3/4th of the room. I closed the door and mopped out the liquid. When I was almost half done with the mopping, a hornier than ever surge came over me. I kept the mop aside and started licking my squirt. I became so engrossed on licking that I didn’t even realize when my. ." It was Debbie........... "Have we got anything planned for tonight?" "Well........." I told her........ "I did intend stopping in tonight as all these late nights are catching up with me, it must be my age! What do ya say to a movie night in?" "Yeah, I'm up for that, what time?" "7.00pm" was my reply. "OK then, see you later!" Right the plot was set and all I had to do is figure out how to pull it all together to run like a well oiled engine. 'Ping' a light bulb went off in my head and it.