As I kissed on her neck she stood up and went downstairs and now I was thinking that my mousi is such a dirty bitch.Then it was around 10 pm when the ...aratees came and my mom told me have dinner.I went where all baratees were having dinner and I saw my mousi also having dinner there and then I took my plate and went to my mousi and said “so,when we are having our little baby” I totally meant that when we are having sex and then she kept quiet and after some seconds she took glass of water, took. To my luck, the rain started near the time to leave. It was not heavy but enough to make my clothes wet. I started my scooter and went ignoring my colleague’s advice to stay in school.I was riding slowly so that I could get wetter. To my luck, it started heavily raining on the way and now it was difficult for me to drive. I reached the way from where I had to take the turn to the farm. I stopped there in the rain and observed myself.I was completely drenched. My undergarments were properly. I don't know what I expected from the dick of an older man. Perhaps something small and wrinkled. His penis was about the length and size of a jumbo marker pen, and a darker shade than his other skin. It had none of the marks of age, and his flesh-coloured head – not the purple of my younger meat – was just visible behind his foreskin. It was a cock I'd be proud of too, and it was clearly filling with hot, horny blood.I was at once worried and also oddly pleased. The nerves of the car journey. Having achieved his aim he slipped from me and left me, sliding down the wall into the heap of semi-nude flesh, exposed and cummed-on.I can remember being pulled and cajoled into a warm and inviting bed, feeling him on top of me, and passing in and out of sessions of intercourse.For a man in his sixties, he certainly knew how to fuck, because I could count three times he was inside me.In the morning I awoke to find he was still in his bed beside me. I sat up, still nude of course to see my.