Behind the house stood a tired looking shed, a corn crib and a fair-sized bank barn. Two dark oxen and a few sheep grazed in the front field near a tu...mbled hay rick.Beall rode to the small back porch that sheltered a pile of split cord wood. He dismounted and led his mare down to the barn where he heard voices. Log Town's best-liked blacksmith, Micah Waters, was explaining something, and Jim McNish and his father were listening and looking worried."Gentlemen," said Beall in greeting, nodding to. She spied me and came my way. Her dark eyes fairly twinkled as she peered up at me and said, “I hear that we’re going to the game with Benney and Joyce.” Her knit sweater had highlighted my day, it clung to her upper torso, accentuating her small breasts. I did not mention the Friday night date to Wendy when she called. Just because she had invited me over the past two Fridays did not mean she would expect it to be a ritual, would she? “You weren’t sure about the color of the robe?” Her tone. Each revolution sent his huge cock deeper and deeper into my spunk filled anal opening. I could barely stand up as he continued to grind deeper and deeper into my bowels. I moved forward closer to the bed so that my knees were now against the mattress. He held me so I could not lower myself to the bed and punished my butt like a man possessed. Each movement caused me to whimper and whine from the pain and ecstasy he was putting me through. He picked up the pace and began to pound back forth. You were protective and supportive. Almost like a husband would be. What woman wouldn't fall in love with a man like you? I couldn't help myself either. I've never once thought about your age ... or the difference between us. But we don't know very much about each other, do we? Maybe it's time we did. Perhaps I should go first ... I'm the stranger here."Cam was about to protest her use of the word "stranger" when he thought better of it. He didn't want to interrupt her. She claimed she was in.