You see, with my wife’s illness, before she passed away, I had not been very sociable with my neighbors, just keeping the next-door friends advised ...f her condition. I had met Bill and Randi at different cookouts, but you could not say we were close friends.Randi looked up, with a very frustrated look on her face, and said, “I wish Bill would get off his ass and help me. He could at least make sure the hose does not leak.”I could tell she was not a happy woman, and immediately reached out to. It sat atop a low hill and had a good view of the surrounding countryside. Dammit, why couldn’t I come across an easy one once in a while?From my current position, I couldn’t see anything that would give me some cover as I approached the house. I could see from the style of architecture that the house had been built when the local Indians were at their most troublesome. That would explain why the house was located where it was. It would be damned cold in the winter with the wind whistling. My reply could, in a courtroom setting, be described as non-responsive but I saw no lawyers or judges at our table. (FYI, the guy who stuck it up my ass in high school went on to become a lawyer. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?)Anyway, I took a deep breath. "Because I'd like to make love to you."Involuntarily, she blushed and at the same time began to twist her engagement and wedding rings around her finger. I had lied, of course. I didn't really want to make love to her, I simply wanted to have. Eventually my twitching subsided and my cum ran dry.She climbed up my body and kissed me deeply, she still had some of my juice in her mouth which we shared, savouring its unique fruitiness. She sighed on top of me, relaxing into a long embrace. This had been one bizarre turn of events, but one I could not be happier with. With or idle chat, Ellie mentioned how different real cocks are to toys and that I shouldn’t be put off by the idea of trying it. I knew she was referring to Marc, but I.