I was picking up bales of hay and moving them side to side. I had started with just one, and although it moved easily enough, I had wanted to start o...ff gently. Now I was moving them twenty at a time. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but I could feel that it was starting to become a little difficult. I guessed each bale weighed in at about six hundred pounds, so I was moving twelve thousand pounds back and forward. I had been doing that for about an hour and was starting to get tired.I heard. Five minutes later Wesley is standing in the doorway of the living room. A bath towel wrapped around his fantastically shaped body. Somewhere in his forties he must be. His body is in perfect shape. Big and wide. His hair start to turn grey. His skin is beautifully black and smooth. He sees me staring. "Your turn," he smiles. In passing I see the contours of a big slacking cock behind the towel.I put Wesley's clothes in the dryer and get in the shower. My dick is rock-hard. I feel like stroking. Honestly, I dont plan to ignore any of you, youll all hear back from me eventually. Its just that there isnt enough time and money for us to meet up with every one of you. So, Im keeping track of the most interesting offers. Especially the ones who are willing to foot the bill for travel. Mostly weekend travel. Im not rich and I only get four weeks of vacation a year. Let me get you up to date on Suzi. I wrote chapter one about a month ago (late May). Since then, weve kept a pretty normal. It had been a long hike but kirsty and lez had found the perfect location – behind them was a large overhanging cliff, rocks surrounded their sandy pitch & they were miles from anywhere. It was a weekday in late September so most people were at work & the school holidays were over so there were no k**s to spoil their fun.“Go on,” said lez, “take it all off!” but kirst was only prepared to go topless for now, “maybe later,” she said, “imagine if someone walked by!”They carried on setting their.