.. She ran back home after a half hour walk and came when she stuffed her pussy with her favorite dildo. She had to do it again... After a couple of w...eeks fantasizing, planning and nervous daydreaming she made her mind up. She waited until after dark to go out, it was exciting being checked out by men. She went down to the towns park known or rather infamous for cruising and followed the path to a bench furthest away from the lights. She lit up a cigarette and smoked some. She saw a large man. He blew a few smoke rings before clamping the pipe back in his yellowish teeth. He stretched his arms above his head before looking back at the trees. Damn I need a woman, he thought. Why did my wife have to die? He could see his young wife barely come of age. She was shorter than Norman only coming up to his shoulders. Her long blonde hair shown brightly in the sun, tied back into a ponytail. Her body was firm and well defined. Her breasts strained constantly against her bodice that she wore,. It wasn’t lost on Cliff either. I reached for his soft cock through his white linen pants. “Try me.” I squeezed his cock in my petite hand. My words and face conveyed a playful seriousness. The moment became a turning point in our relationship and my willing submission. “And maybe I don’t want an end to it.”We barely slept that night. I was voracious and determined. The more I had of him, the more I wanted – the more of me I wanted him to have. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” I blurted, breathing hard. “From your tales, you are a tough bargainer as well. Come to my house, and we will talk more. I may indeed consult the women. You think they will all want to use this soap?”“Not only that, but they will insist on their menfolk using it as well!”Changi snorted, “Fishermen should smell of fish! It is only natural.”They soon came to his hut, and the conversation resumed.John reminded him, “as far as smelling clean goes, rotten fish do not smell nice, especially on the body or hair. Your hair will.