I wasn’t wild for young girls; I needed a partner, not a kid. She had a great tiny teenaged ass and big firm teenaged tits, but her face was sort of...hard, all angles and disappointment, with a small mouth that rarely smiled. Her eyes were blue, but oddly dull. Her accent was simultaneously annoying and sexy, associated in my mind with racism. I knew that wasn’t fair, but we all have our preconceptions.I took her hand and held it when she told me something emotional; and looked into her blue. . how and to whom?” a second farmer asked, and this was where I took control of the meeting.“If you have eight men out there in those fields with rifles in the dark, what happens when you see a deer?” I asked.“You shoot it,” several men answered immediately.“Yous shoots at it,” Joe added. “Ma’be yous hits it, and ma’be yous doesn’t. Ma’be it ain’t no deer,” he added in a soft voice.“Exactly, in the dark, it’s very difficult to estimate distance, or to tell what you are shooting at. It could be. I’m in my early 40’s now and as horny, or more horny, than ever. Oral sex from the wife is a distant memory. My manual masturbation routine is very good and allows me to further develop my sexual fantasies however, something was missing. I recently decided to return to my roots of performing auto fellatio and began that familiar stretching routine from back in college. I go to the gym five days per week and simply extended the work out to incorporate some purposeful stretching. The basic runner. You slide slowly up and down my cock, resting your hands on my chest to stabilize yourself. As you find your rhythm and establish your technique, you begin to pick up speed. As you get faster, you slam down harder and harder, your breathing getting heavier, you moan at the pleasure you’re feeling. As you begin to moan louder, you suddenly throw your head back, eventually raising your arms and crossing them above your head. With only my hands on your hips keeping you stable, you bounce hard and.