"You dropped the crop"I looked down to where he was looking. I had dropped the crop when I had come to the realization that I was being an insecure pa...n in the ass. "I'm sorry"He laughed again "I know, pick it up and bring it to me"I was about to mutter something about it was closer to him but I thought first and said to myself.. do you really want to be a brat? No, I didn't. I picked up the crop while Slick took his shirt and jeans off. The man may have been in his mid-forties, but he looked. .Usne mera lund pakada aur use pani se dhoya aur fir muh me daal kat chusne lagi..Mere muh se to aaaaaaaaaaahhhh wwwwwwooooooooawwww hi nikal rha tha maine uske sar par hath rakah kar daba tha tha aur wo lolooy pop ki tarah mere lund ko chuse ja rhi thi..Ooohhhh yyeeeeaaaaaah kitna mast chus rhi thi…Kafi der chusne k baad maine use hataya aur leta diya farsh par aur uske boobs ko muh me lekar chusne laga…Aur dhere dhire niche uski choot tk aya…Uski choot ek dam gori..Fuli hui..Thi..Mast maine. And I realized how much I had needed to hear him say that.I took pa for a quick tour of the farm. He squatted down to pick up clumps of the half-frozen soil and smelled it and ummpfhed and nodded. He looked at everything, from the irrigation we had arranged, to the rice pond, to the dams – and the errors. He laughed at our outhouse, and was impressed with our wigwams. He spent some time moving around the spare logs I’d split and staring down their lengths. “Good wood,” he said. He said not much. I took a long stare at the big bulge in his jeans. I looked up and we made eye contact. I was sure he noticed me checking him out, lol. After I was done pissing and just standing in front of the urinal, he came in and stood at the urinal beside me. His cock soft was uncut and about average length and girth. He was a little unkemp, unkempt mustache, maybe 10 years younger than me. I reached over to grope his cock and he put it into my fist. I got to stroke him for awhile and he was getting hard.