I was sitting there gently stroking my cock and imagining sucking her tiny little tits into my mouth when I caught a movement out of the corner of my ...ye. Bob was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, a smile on his face and a bulge protruding from the towel. Perhaps the jilted husband who couldn’t speak when the neighbour pulled out his cock wasn’t as far fetched as I thought. I was sitting there with my quickly wilting cock in my hand unable to speak as a man I had met less. Sometimes he slept in their barn and other times in the house or cabin. In many of those places, being an attractive man, especially one owning a Model A, aroused the interest of often lonely women. The traditional “farmer’s daughters” stories arose from these kinds of situations but it was as often the farm wife who sought variety as a daughter. Gifts of seed samples were often left with the farmer as a thank you for his gifts of male-seed left in a warm wet “garden”. It was hoped that the. She squirted, a huge gush onto my friends bed sheet, I moved my head to avoid it, it didn’t stop though, she squirted again and again and again like a water fountain. My face was wet, my chest was dripping and the bed sheets were soaked right through.Mary sat up and said ‘thank you kenny, now for one last time would you like to cum for me?’ She could see that all the fun had excited me again, my cock was so hard that it was pointing right up and was stuck to my stomach.She asked me ‘how would. I felt a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of my hard cock. He reached under me and stroked my cock, smearing the pre-cum on the head, then rubbing my balls gently.His cock was almost fully buried in me. I pushed back against him. I wanted all of his cock, so I arched my back more, and pushed against him as far as I could. He held my waist with 2 hands. He pulled me and started thrusting harder and deeper. I remember He bit my neck and I moaned. Getting fucked by such a fat cock with people.