Of course, she pretended she didn’t even know what that hard rod was that was poking her good and proper in her sensitive area and she thanked him f...or the danced with a smile on her face.Her next partner was Mister Larkins from the general store. All she knew about him was that the women around her commented that he was a widower and had a small girl at home that was the center of his life. She like him right away because even though he was aroused by the closeness of her feminine folds, he. ” She examined his face, which must have looked somewhat smug at her reaction to his pride and joy. “Earlier you hinted that you cook. Does this mean that you cook a lot, or is all this for show?”“I cook everything,” Tim admitted, “And I hope to do be able to produce something a little better than a barbecue for your birthday, by which time I expect to have learned exactly where your tastes lie.”“If it’s home-cooked I will probably eat anything you serve up. These pots and pans do look as. ”A couple of minutes later, she handed me a beer and sat on the side of my bed again. I had readjusted my pillow so that I was half sitting and leaning against my headboard. She looked at my flaccid dick and giggled. “What?” I asked her.She shrugged, “I just think it’s funny how your dick is so small and wrinkled when it’s soft.”“Yeah well, that’s what dicks do.”“I like it better when it’s hard and smooth.”“I’m sure most girls probably do.”And then her mood turned more serious, “Jay?”“Yes?”“I. My sexy wife - 5'3", 120 pounds, curvy tanned latina with long dark curly hair up in a ponytail, was wearing a red string bikini. As I watched her toned arms rowing, her back muscles contracting, and her incredible ass swaying on the seat, I started to get hard. Then, I watched a drop of sweat form at the back of her neck. I watched as it drifted down her back, inside her bikini strap along her spine, and down the crack of the most perfectly round ass I have ever laid eyes on. I couldn't take.