It’s a prank. It has to be. Or maybe you misunderstood or misheard or something.“Coming where?” you ask, hoping he gives you an answer which cou...nters your low expectations.“To shower with me. Where else?” he asks, almost shocked by the notion that you would want to be anywhere but there.Your mind goes into a state of utter shock. All those fantasies you’ve had of him touching you, feeling you, pushing inside of you , are about to become reality. You can almost feel the serotonin in your brain. He didn’t appear to be very hairy and sported a goatee without a moustache. His hair was brown and always cut very short. He was always neatly attired and always wore traditional farmer’s garb.Travis’ second wife, who was of a similar age to him, was easily the sexiest woman in the town. This always astounded me because his infidelity was part of local folklore and there were quite a few locals who were not enamoured with Travis’ antics. There was a story of him once visiting a house of ill. It won't be the last.Over by the tree you stand up straight, running your fingers through your hair. Then you start running again. Calmly around the lake as if nothing happened.As you pass me again, I can tell how much you're sweating. Again I sniff the sweet scent of your hot skin. But this time I register the more animal smell of your excited cunt. I love that smell. It reminds me of how good it is to fuck you. The sensation of plunging my hard cock into your excited pussy. Thrusting it in to. He didn't have a job and she was paying all the bills. Toni had never been promiscuous. Jake was only the third guy she had had sex with. She thought he was going to be her guy for life and maybe they would get married. Jake was well built with a deep tan, short surfer blond hair and a cock that made her feel just wonderful. It was almost seven inches and thick and hard as a rock. He could screw her to two, sometimes three orgasms before he unloaded his huge load of spunk deep into her.