I've seen you come up here regularly for two months now." Yes. My wife and I just love it here." Me two. I've lived here all my life. Over there," he ...pointed uphill towards a rather rundown farmhouse. "Yes, it's a little run down... I'm too old to keep it up, or even to take care of it as it should be."I asked him some questions, to which he freely provided answers and I learned that he had lived by himself since his wife died three years ago and that they didn't have any children or other. Then fate stepped in. One warm summers evening I was walking down the lane to where I caught a bus to Lyndas when I was aware of a big black car driving slowly along side me. I looked in to see who it was and saw a good looking guy with silver grey hair and beard, tanned with a lovely gleaming smile looking at me. He stopped and leant over and opened the passenger door. “ Hi, hop in and I will give you a lift” he smiled. My tummy flipped and I felt my cock tingle at the thought of finally. I love making you feel good.I turn on my laptop and show you a video. A spoof on a realtor. You smile, laugh and nod as you identify with every word. Your eyes are so bright and your laughter infectious as we take a break from the day. I love seeing you happy. God, I love you.I slowly push my laptop to the side and lean forward. My breasts now resting on your desk. Your mouth is slightly open as you take in the view. I want to tell you that all you see is yours, but I don’t want to alarm you. A. So what makes me dip into my panties and stroke, or mount some vibrating machine to orgasm.I was sent a request from a German BDSM fanatic, asking me outright, did I get off watching a man have his balls kicked and punched.I sat back in my chair and pondered this, obviously realising that a man in Germany would jack-off to my answer, so I wrote back to him asking if he would like me kick his balls.That evening, I was invited down to his place to abuse him as I saw fit.On receiving this.