Not that that it bothered Bill. If plastic surgery could keep a woman of forty six looking like that, especially if she enjoyed sex as much as this wo...an clearly did, then he was all for it."So you're the one that's been banging Sally and Sandy." It was a statement not a question. "And now she's here bragging about these friends of yours." She nodded her head towards Ivan who was talking to Sally. "She's been telling us girls that the big guy's dick is in direct proportion to the rest of him.". My friends had started uploading pictures of themselves showing off their levels of excitement. I never expected there to be a point in my life where I would rush to my phone each time I recieved a notification to see if my friends had sent me any more pictures of their raging hard ons. Tom was the first to share a video. It was of him filming the end of an edging session from a point of view. I wanked to that multiple times. Seeing his cock erupt white made me remember him fucking my mouth and. "Yes what?" she asked giddily."I want to have sex with my daughter."She gave my boner a little squeeze and then got up from her stool. "Dance with me." Huh?" What? Your dick is as hard as a rock and I want to feel it pressed up against me," she grabbed my hand. She wasn't taking no for an answer. She pulled me up off of my stool and we headed over to the juke box. I heard her say something as we walked over there, but it was a mumble and I couldn't quite make out what it was. It sounded like "I. Way off to the side, in a dusty corner, where the unused and discarded equipment was parked and forgotten was a carriage. Something that I had only seen pictures of. An English Phaeton. You could almost imagine the king and queen being carried down the county fair parade. Pulled by a matched pair of blacks. It was dusty and dirty and needed a lot of TLC.“These are the quads,” Carl called me over to the doodlebug go-carts. “We used to use them around the farm. But then dad bought the UTV. That’s.