”William turned to look at the woman who I decided was James’ mother, Martha, and then back at me. “Name your price,” he bellowed.“Not for s...le.”“Every slave is for sale for the right price. Now name your price.”“What didn’t you understand when I said he wasn’t for sale?”“I insist you sell him to me. Now name your damn price.”“You won’t take no for an answer then?”“No I won’t.”“Will you pay any price I require?”Martha was crying in the background as this was going on. “Yes damn it! Now name. " "Thanks" he replies. "I like your dick. I always wondered what it would be like to have a foreskin." Guess I forgot to say that I had pulled out my dick and I could see that he was gazing at my package while I looked at his. We were admiring each other obviously. I pulled back my foreskin, exposing my wet glistening glans and give it a shake or two. "Mmmm, nice" he says. "Want to try it?" "Yes, please". "Go for it" I say. He reaches over and takes hold of my cock. He strokes it slowly, base. I never had kids of my own and really have never even thought about having sex with any so I really did not pay too much attention to these guys, other than casual conversation as we passed on the docks or on around the campground.By Monday morning most of the campers had left for home. We were there, Eric’s tent was still on his lot, and a couple of others on the far side of the campground were still there. Now we pretty much had the campground to ourselves. I got up and was sitting outside. ”“He’s old,” explained Naomi, “Dad says this place is too big for him now.”I was a bit put out to hear that David Fielding thought I was too old to look after my own house, until I considered that to a farmer my letting the land go to nature the way I had would be anathema. I certainly didn’t feel old. I could still run couldn’t I?“Well that’s good for us, anyway,” Jemma wriggled into a better position for grinding, with Naomi more on top of her, and speeded up.“Nothing could be better than.