We strolled hand in hand towards old man Johnson’s field. Mary Jo asked, “are you sure it will be safe, Luke?”“The rumors are just that until ...omeone divulges what happened to them.”After a twenty-minute walk along the two lane gravel road, we stood in front of the cornfield. We knew that no one would come out here, it was now or never. We held hands, looked at each other and tentatively stepped into the field. We were both surprised how closely the cornstalks were to one another. Ten minutes. He was fucking me so hard I could no longer think and my mind was blank. I was totally helpless getting doggy fucked by my father in law on the floor.“I love those black stockings on you, Denise. They are very sexy. It turns me on.” He suddenly said.I heard what he said but I couldn’t process a response or reaction as I was having a brain freeze from his hard dick pumping in and out of my tight pussy. I never thought an old man’s cock could be so hard and strong. It felt good, really good. All. He didn't know if he could get in to see hisgirlfriend, or if she even wanted to see him, but he had to try.He was in luck, she was allowed to have visitors from an approved list.Except for family, he was the only male on it, though some of hergirlfriends had already been in and brought flowers and balloons to lether know they were thinking of her. A woman from a trans support grouphad already been there to offer assistance and legal aid if necessary.They were willing to work with Danielle's. I reached out and grasped his absolutely rigid dick, a good eight inches, and pulled him all the way to me under the shower. "Fuck yes", I say again. Our faces got closer and closer together and we finally begin kissing. After only a moment, his tongue was slowly but firmly fucking my mouth. We pulled our bodies together, cocks grinding on each other and our hands now around each other, rubbing muscular shoulders, caressing lean backs, grabbing hot asses. "Fuck yes"--now he said it, though.