Breakfast was shared in silence, and as soon as he was finished, he said, "Great pancakes, Mama," and was out the door.I washed the breakfast dishes a...nd changed into a tank top and cutoffs and went to work in my garden, hair pulled back in a ponytail and barefoot.A few hours passed. I never noticed Bradley's stealthy approach. My back was to the gate as I worked. I was covered in dirt and sweating, my clothes molded to my body.I didn't know he was there until I felt hands on my shoulders and. I could draw from memory the curve of his calf, the break at the knee, and then spreading full and muscled sat his thigh and square ass on the desk seat. He didn't have that hour glass waist, but a full manly waist that was firm and stout, and flared up and outward to his thick, broad shoulders and neck. He always wore tee shirts that didn't seem to actually fit him too well, always seemed kind of short, never tucked into his jeans waist band. I loved that he when he stood up, his pants were. His thrusts got harder and deeper until the young stud began to fell the old man's dick pulse in his ass...it was time ....."fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah: bellowed the old man as he jolted shot after shot into teh young studs hole, all 250+ pound jolting the young frame with each push."Sweet fuck honey" said the old man into the young studs ear as he kissed him on the neck and rolled off. No sooner had the first man rolled off that the second one took his place and with the fist mans. In fact, I accentuated my ass by arching my back and almost begged to have my boi cunt filled with cock. By this time Will had already departed and would catch up with me later in the week. I felt Daniels strong hands lifting my tight sweater dress and feel my hosed legs in their entirety. I loved having guys feel me up during blow jobs. It always made me feel sexy and appreciated. When Daniel’s hands were taking their liberties on my thighs, I instinctively spread my legs allowing him even.