His hands hadn't left my tits all this time; as I pressed down on his cock he massaged my tits a little harder.Suddenly, I broke away. “I think that...s enough for now,” I said. “But I hope we can continue this later. Is there somewhere we can meet in a couple of hours' time?”He looked crestfallen to have got so far and then to find me pulling away. He recovered quickly though: “There's the old hay barn round the back of the farmhouse; that's dry and comfortable. We could go there.”“I look. Well, maybe I should say “change my life”. I’d worked hard and never found a “perfect partner”, although the blond I said goodbye to was pretty good in and out of bed.I’d also inherited my grandparents’ house at the edge of a small farming community in eastern Oklahoma. I was tired of the city so I thought I’d try the bucolic life. I’d visited there as a youngster and my father had spoken fondly of a girl he knew at a nearby farm, confiding to me that she had taught him “about women”. Her name. The man the girlfriend talkedto was a married visitor from out of town. Anyway, the meal was good and the conversation was forthe most part enjoyable. At the end of the meal, themen offered their phone numbers to the girls. Thegirlfriend told her love about it, and he suggestedthat while he’s visiting she offer this man herconversation and maybe some accompaniment, whether itbe a date or at the least just casual friendly goingout. She said she would think about it, as she is quitethe. Whether coincidence or not, I think Autumn gave Barbara a wet detail description of what I did to her. Barbaras pussy was recently shaved. I suspected but wasnt quite sure yet. As I went up her inner thigh going higher with each stroke, she said nothing. As I touched her vulva she let out another ooh and said, Thank you, I was hoping you would do that. That was the first for her. It was also a first for me. I asked if she would like more and she immediately replied yes. I touched her again and.