"Ray stepped aside and the camera pulled back. Sitting primly on a red, upholstered chair was Brooke. Her jacket was gone, her legs were crossed at th...e ankles and her hands were folded in her lap. She was obviously very nervous. Off camera, Ray said, "Brooke, there are lots of guys out there watching their computer screens and many more who will visit the site in the days and weeks to come who would like to get to know all about you. Can I ask you a few personal questions?"Brooke didn't seem to. For me you know. Any suggestions? You’re the expert.” “This where you’ll be whatever,” I indicated, where a patch of muted sunlight splashed the floor, where the sun would rotate and enter through the double aspect windows and also where I aimed the very same video camera which was secreted on the frame of my easel. This was too good an opportunity to throw away and not add to my wanking material. I’d switched it on just before she locked the door, hoping to catch her moving around in various. There was a nice old lady on the next farm down the road, a Mrs. Hampstead, who must have been ninety years old at the time. She was a widow, so, of course, she couldn’t work the farm any more, but she leased her fields to the surrounding farms.Anyhow, she had a peach orchard that was a big producer. That day she called Mama on the phone and said that if she would send us kids over with baskets, we could have as many as we could carry away. Most of the crop had already been harvested and. ” She said smiling at me before going out the door.“Goddamn!” I said out loud when she closed the door. I looked down and saw that even sitting down my cock was tenting my shorts rather visibly. After getting my penis back under control I went nextdoor to see Mrs. Cutter on her knees and digging around in her garden bed pulling out weeds. Next to her was her daughter Briana doing the same thing in the same damn outfit. Being able to keep a boner down in front of Mrs. Cutter is an amazing feat.