"Yes, I need some new fishing line." Sounds fun." I turned my attention back to my choices. They didn'tlook good. "You know anything about clothesline..." I asked."What?" You'd think I'd just caught him in a closet with the mayor'sdaughter."For hanging clothes. My dryer is bust, and I can't tell which of theselines to buy." Oh." Suddenly Gerth was all business-like. "Neither of them are verygood, actually. They're weak ? they break easily. You need something stronger.That is, if it's your own. There was electricity, running water, and even a flush toilet. Other than that the place was pretty sparse. There was a fireplace and plenty of wood stacked out back. The best part was no television, no telephone, and no Internet to distract me.I plugged in my computer and started my latest romance novel. My hero was a cowboy set in the late eighteen hundreds, working his farm, and taking care of the ladies on the next farm. In my story there were three women living alone without a man. There. Then I picked up Sophie’s lace shorts. I knew that a couple of minutes ago they were clinging to the most tender of her place. I sniffed them - it was the smell of an aunt. A mixture of her sweat and the aroma of her pussy. From these thoughts, I had a riser.I firmly decided to spy on her in the shower - I have to do this in order to masturbate her image later.I went to the shower with my aunt's shorts in my hands.BAM!Sharply opened the door hit me a little on the head. From surprise, leaving. .god.., that is big!” she groans out. “I have never had a bigger one.”“Oh baby! Your soft ass feels so fucking good against me!” I exclaim as I drive my cock all the way into her. Before I even realize it, she starts to climax! Her cunt squeezes my cock in a rhythmical series of contractions. She thinks I will cum right away, as well…her husband doesn't last this long, but as soon as her spasms start to slow, I pick up the pace, and began to pump her even faster and harder. My cock is slamming.