As I frequently watched him ambling passed my home, I always ruminated on his sexual prowess. I also fantasized about his skanky hands, with the longe...st fingers that I had ever seen on a man, manipulating my head while skull-fucking me senseless. I became totally obsessed with him as I imagined him ‘molesting’ my throat. Countless masturbation sessions were spent dreaming about him, as I visualized countless sexual scenarios that played out in my mind.One afternoon, Sean was about to pass by my. That?s when Jeff surprised me with a question, ?how did you know that was her favorite position? I looked his direction to see that Lynn was also curious as she had stopped giving her husband head and was just stroking his cock and wondering the same question. ?Well, to be honest, not only was she my assistant tonight, she is my wife? I replied. Lynn?s hand stopped moving and her jaw opened just a bit as the surprise flustered her and Jack just said, ?Are you shittin? me?? I chuckled and told. There was a little cluster of hovels in the distance and she made towards it, the sun becoming hotter as it climbed higher. By the time she came to the hamlet she was close to collapse, her head spinning. To her relief, there was a well in the square next to the village green. A couple of young men were standing beside it as she approached.With a pang of fear, she saw the lascivious way these two young bucks were looking at her. She knew how beautiful and desirable she still was, even in her. “Are you serious?” he asked. “Is this serious enough?” I said as I stroked my cock through my pants and moved it towards his mouth. He pushed my hand out his way and began to rub my cock through my jeans. “Oh yeah, this is what I wanted, a hard cock fucking my mouth.” He undid my pants and pulled them down; my cock sprang in out in front of his mouth. He dropped the magazine and started stroking my rod. His tongue flicked out and licked the tip of my stiff prick. It felt so good as he stroked.