I lied down and pulled my cock out of my jeans and began stroking my cock slow and steady, just imagining I was licking the water off of her perky lit...le tits and shoving my cock deep inside her pussy. I was so into it I didn't even notice the pitchfork hit the ground."Just what do you think you're doing?" I heard a voice call out.I looked up and it was the farmer's wife. She was standing there with a coil of rope in her hand. Although she was older, perhaps about 50, I had long admired her. The kitchen took up the bulk of the front area, with a bar separating it from the rest of the open living area.Sherry put a cutout of a pool table on the plan, then Jeannie put a spinet piano on the wall in the same room. The girls began putting couches and chairs in various places, and then said to me, "And the entire place will be where you make love to us every minute of the off-season and every minute you can when you're playing.We kissed until it degenerated into some heavy duty loving.. She ran her fingers down her breasts and teased both nipples erect. ‘I have one request. I haven’t been… intimate with a man for over a year. Be gentle.’ Alarm bells went off in my head. A prostitute who hadn’t fucked in over a year? Was it a lie? Acting out another role play? I decided it didn’t really matter. I wanted my fantasy girl, and she was making an offer I couldn’t refuse. ‘Then I’ll be gentle,’ I said, bending down for a kiss, ‘and slow.’ As our lips met, she moaned pleasantly. When. As I put the pen down I thought back to when you had first come into my life. You were really the first man to love me. At first I didn’t see it. At first I just ignored you and tried to pretend that you didn’t exist, like maybe if I did you would just go away. But you persisted. When I was at the store or watching TV alone, I shift my gaze and suddenly see you there… and I always smiled. Even when my parents talked about how much you were going to destroy my life, I’d still smile. I knew it.