I made a plan then to have the steak and a beer with them then split. Funny thing though I got sidetracked. Deacon started telling his tales and singi...g his song, even more amazing Selma matched him story for story. They talked about WWII. Deacon told his OSS stories and Selma told her Pacific war nurse stories. She had been Twenty one in 1943 so I calculated her age to be 46 or 47. She seemed way to old for me, but the more I listened to she and Uncle Deacon talk, the younger she got.The. I had to watch his amazing body. I walked through the room and placed the bottle down on a desk, which had a chair that happened to give me perfect line of sight to the shower. I sat down to wait for the stranger to finish his shower. I looked into the shower and there he was, the water hitting his face while he ran his fingers through his freshly wet, black, wavy, shoulder-length hair. His bronze, statuesque naked body glimmered with godly splendor in front of me. As he rinsed his hair,. ”“Oh l saw Harry coming out of her front door yesterday,” Dan said, “looks like he’s back there.”David and Dan had only been in the workshop a few minutes when the telephone rang. Dan answered it then came out of the office.“That was Mrs Howells,” he said, “she says there is a problem with the kitchen, can you pop up and have a look, it’s probably just that she wants a repeat performance,” Dan chuckled.David pulled up at the house, Mrs Howells let him in.“It’s a couple of handles worked loose,”. A few licks on the head and he was growing quickly. My pussy was wet just from the prospect of what was going to happen when Rich pressed his cock against me from behind. Again, it took a few tries to get his hard little prick inside but once he did, he got in a long deep grove pretty quickly. I braced myself with my arms on the picnic table and then started to bob on Scott's hard and dripping cock. I am not sure he had had a blow job before, but I was going to give him a good one. I sucked in.