Looking at his body. Looking at his penis, whichwaggled slightly with his movements, with his breathing.I was mesmerized.He pulled the towel off his ...ead, satisfied with his drying, and tossedit into an open wicker basket by the door. His hamper, I realized. Indoing so, he looked up slightly, at himself I realized, in the mirrorabove his dresser. He was taking stock of himself, scanning his ownbody, no doubt satisfied in his own shape.Lord knows I was completely satisfied in his shape. He. Brittany now realized what she meant. “You were right Deanna, it isn’t fair to ask you after all these drinks, but I have an idea for you if you want to unleash some of your horny energy.”“What?”“Well, back to the article, it has to do with the results the girls got. Asking the same question, they got seventy percent of the guys to say yes,” Deanna said pausing for it to sink in, “and further review showed that another twenty percent would have said yes but they thought it was a trick of some. “Do you want to talk about it?” She offered. “No, I want to fuck you.” She ignored my language this time. She thought for a second, then without another word she got up and knelt in front of me. I just sat there quietly with my hands at my side while she unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. I wasn’t hard yet, but that didn’t stop her. She sucked on the head of cock, as I swelled up in her mouth.She continued sucking my prick until I was fully hard, then stood up and walked out of the. She felt the long used smoothness of the wooden handle and it brought back memories of many such trips in the early morning cold to the woodshed to split kindling and gather fire wood for the large, old wood stove. This was a morning ritual that Ann knew from long practice. Since she was just a girl on her father’s farm she had done this. It was a needed early morning chore. With the men working outside in the cold it was a woman’s job to keep a warm stove for them to come too. And now a.