Once more her thighs parted opening her labia like a blossom; a dewy blossom. Dan was flattered; she had to walk past a couple of younger and better l...oking men before she sat opposite him. He glanced up at her. She wasn't quick enough returning her own eyes to the magazine; she had been watching him enjoying the view of her pretty vulva. He returned his eyes to her glorious pink cleft. In his mind's eye, Dan was just squeezing his cock into paradise when she turned the magazine and held it up.. She was right, Mama! There is a hay loft, but when we checked it out, there was nothing stored there. We had to take care climbing up and down that steep ladder, so we went slow to avoid any fall. Tokunbo has nice legs, I noticed, though.We had a look around. It is a large space, with a good floor surface, adaptable to other purposes, we think. Tokunbo had an idea that if we were short of rooms for visitors, that hay loft might be converted to act as extra accommodation, though I realise it. The final break came from out of the blue. I wrote her, asking her opinion of the different candidates running in the presidential election, and what came back knocked me off my feet. It was a hate-filled note, full of a venom I'd never seen in her before, attacking liberals and all things to do with them. That she had to know I was a liberal wasn't hard, as I kept the bumper of my car decorated with my support for liberal candidates and causes (Sal took a fair amount of good-natured ribbing at. I should have told Carol to drive, made her responsible for finding a place instead of putting pressure on myself.Luckily back in those days, I was good at navigating and in twenty minutes I had us rolling down a track that I knew had a little lake and a clearing at the end. With luck, we wouldn’t find any fishermen.“Perfect,” she said when I parked by the water, “you’re going to love this.”I hadn’t a clue what she had in mind but she was out of the car in a few seconds and around my side.