With the majestic mountains in the background, you couldn't ask for anything more panoramic. When the earth was formed, nature blest this area. My ran...ch extends up the side of that mountain. There are lush meadows that support the new calves and their mothers every spring.Now, a little about me: I am Don Parsons, fifty one. Never married, but I came close a few times. My ranch is my life; hell, I think mom gave birth to me in a saddle! The ranch has been in the family for three generations. If. We were both enrolled as freshmen even though I was 21 andshe 18. We found a good apartment, with her or rather her parents' moneythis was affordable and reasonable. It came furnished but still shewanted some 'simple decorations' to make it our own. She had planned togo to the mall for then she found my duffel bag. I had been living outof it for three years. All the clothes were threadbare, old, ill-fittingor out of style. "This won't do James. You should have told me you hadso few clothes and. . yet even though being gay was fine in most of North America (minus the rednecks and extreme religious nuts), being bisexual was in many places still rather taboo.Lori was surprised how quickly the dyke dropped to her knees and began licking, it was if she was in her own version of a porno movie. But she was more surprised at how amazing it felt. Guys were okay down there, but they licked like they drove, carelessly and not stopping for directions. But this pretty older woman, with a wedding. Mel offered to come back with me and my cock started to get hard in the thought that I would fuck Mel one more time. After one drink at the bar we made our way to the room. Once inside Mel took off her jacket and sat on the bed, I didn’t even ask Mel if she wanted to be fucked again and pulled her towards me and had my tongue in her mouth and pulling at her tee-shirt to exposing her tits. I soon had my fingers inside her jeans and feeling her soft pubic hairy at the top of her mound and found.