The night was winding down, so we said our good byes. We exchanged phone and room numbers so we could meet again for a drink. We really felt a connect...on with this Southern gentleman.The next day, we did nothing but lounge around the pool and drink cocktails. As the sun set, we knew it was time to clean up and get ready to go to dinner. I had already fucked my wife that day when we returned to the room for lunch. I wanted to fuck her again before we had dinner. She was feeling frisky, so it did. The medics could probably remove them, but what story would I tell them? That I had fallen chest-first onto a garden rake?Raz ignored me as I left the room and made my way to the mess hall, where I grabbed a tray and filled it with with a hearty breakfast of eggs and bacon. I joined my friends around their table, and they inquired as to why I looked so unrested. I simply told them that Raz and I had had a fight the night before, which wasn’t entirely untrue, and that we had come to an. “He’s way too old for his age,” I said. “Our friend Dennis Hopkins once said, ‘With boys you only have to worry about one penis. With girls you have to worry about all of them.’ And right now, the one you are worried about is my son’s. I keep better track of his whereabouts than he realizes. Since the agreement was signed, he’s been on eight dates. He has been out with six different girls as his ‘date’, even though all but one was with a group and that one was here at the farm for horseback. Once Keith was fully naked he lay back on the bed and Eni climbed on top of him, first removing her headscarf to release her dark, shiny, silky hair which ran down to her waist.she then took off her top to reveal a delightful pair of 32d breasts, Keith wasted no time in taking a firm grip on them, lightly pinching the nipple before rapping his hands around then as Eni smiled and purred as her Muslim treasure chest fell into infidel hands. They were a perfect round shape with light pink areolas.