One night, when we were watching TV, Vanessa turned to me."Why do you like guys?" she said."This again? I like their penises pressing my rear. I like ...o blow them.I like to be held down. I like balls. Why do you like girls?" They're tasty. They're soft.They smell like flowers in the spring."I looked at her. "I'm soft. I smell nice."She smiled. "Yes, you do. And I have a dick." I remember." So should we date?" Why would you want a cow like me?" I'm serious. We get along great. I'm enough of a. I was slightly disappointed that there was no sexual tension or teasing by her. Usually my flirting works on almost everyone. I decided I would have to turn on my charm.I turned to Gwen and said, "So how do I look?"Gwen stuttered and stammered questioningly, "Well, um, good?" Really, just good?" I teased feigning hurt feelings.Gwen quickly reiterated, "Well great for a girl with a strap-on, but isn't that way too big?" God no, I have had bigger cocks then this in me before. I won't even fuck. Smack! Smack! He spanked me again less than five seconds later. I wanted this man badly now. Smack! Smack! His spanking was becoming more urgent and hurried. Not long now, I thought. Soon I would feel him inside me, but until then, the delicious anticipation was building up. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!And them from behind me I heard "Get ready babe!"Yes, I thought, finally. He ran his cock up and down my slit, lubricating himself with my juices and then he pressed himself inside me. I. "Let's go inside." Don't rush me," she said, watching his penis move. "I've never gotten a close look at one of those before ... not a real one, anyway." We're standing in the middle of the patio," he pointed out."And you said nobody could see us," she said in return."OK," he said, realizing this wasn't going to be like anything he had ever done before. His ex-wife would have nothing to do with skinny-dipping, or wandering around the house naked, landscaping or no landscaping.While he let her.