He spent time with them and his ideas had moved their crafts on by leaps and bounds. Scott also enjoyed these occasions, developing glass working, des...igning simple woodworking (that he remembered from his rudimentary woodwork in school), and bouncing ideas off of his builders. He had shared better designs for mortise/tenon and dovetail joints, the construction of a hand turned lathe with metal gouges and even the simple concept of using dowels. The development of these and the forging of wood. This rendevous is almost 30 years in the making. Their relationship had grown so strong but it hadn’t been easy. They were both in a situation that wasn’t conducive to their union. She’d gotten out of hers years ago so she waited for him. Their particular brand of love was rarely found. She was skeptical at first but eventually had to accept the facts. They were made for one another.This was the first time they’d finally get to be alone and physically connect in nearly thirty years. She could. I was sitting on the couch when he walked thru the front door. He sat down next2me. Out of nowhere. He pulled out his big dick &starts stroking it. I turn to see if he is doing what i think. As i first made eye contact with his dick my mouth just opened. i could not say a word. My god it was huge. 13" of the thickest dark black cock i ever saw. even bigger then porn stars i thought. Not to mention the thickest mushroom head that flared out like a shovel. He asked me if i wanted 2 touch it.My. I slide my cock out and ram it in deeper. ‘Mmm yeah. Take my cock, slut.’ His whimpers are the spark I need to pump harder, deeper. My cock tunneling in and out of his tight ass. I ram him hard and deep. ‘Take my cock hard, slut.’ I smack his ass again. His body jerks hard with every pounding, ass aching thrust. Pushing in deep. Deeper. Harder. Faster and faster. His cock straining against his belly, leaking. ‘You fucking love this cock in your ass.’ Smack! ‘Don’t you, slut!’ Smack!.