I knocked on the door and answered it a man of about 50. This was Mr. Obelo, the hyper rich but down to earth farm owner that everyone talked about. I... told him I needed a ride into town and was wondering if he could help me out. He nodded and told me to head to the barn where his son was loading the truck with produce to take into the city. I thanked him and made my way to the barn which was about half a kilometer behind the house. Approaching it, I saw a figure dressed in khaki pants and a. I know guys look at her and if I was not in the picture she would have no problem finding a man. Linda is around seventy, and attractive for her age, well proportioned and fit as well. The flirting would get pretty intense when they drank. One Friday evening they started a little early with the drinking and flirting both. This time they got way into the kissing each other, I found it to be a turn on. Not only that they even felt each other up. Both women were way turned on. The following Friday. " Quite the contrary Smith," he said quietly, "she's my sister." Oh well in that case you can watch us break in the slut," he laughed"You lay one hand on her," he said, "and you'll regret it." Yeah you and who's army," Smith sneered."If you touch one hair, that's all it'll take," he said softly, trying to sound and look braver than he felt."Oh you'll get me for sure, but I'll get you too," he said, "your brave mates won't be fast enough to stop me."Every time I see you I will come after you,". "Although I wasn't sure I could take more in my mouth without gagging, I pushed myself further."There you go, sissy, you did it. You got all eight inches of my meat. Now play with my balls and get me off."Eager to taste my first load of cum, I furiously bobbed on his cock like a slutty teenage girl, not the forty-four year old married father of two I was, pulling and rolling his big balls in my hand."I'm getting close, faggot," he grunted, which had my free hand going to my own cock. I pumped.