Sitting back I let my mind wander as I take the roll call of my fellow bibliophiles. To my left and 3 stations behind is Bruno, his tweed jacket smell...ing of damp from the rain this morning, mixed with the heavy pipe tobacco that gave me his name. To my right is Florence, named for the way she speaks with a slight Italian accent and her apparent insatiable love of tomato sandwiches. I wasn't surprised that Miss Marple was missing, she was an infrequent visitor on Tuesdays, presumably having to. My cock is fully 7 1/2" and thick when hard, but was only slightly engorged at this point. But the slight thickening made it stand out nicely.I finished taking off my pants and then took the pair she was holding from her hands while we discussed the fit and what other sizes she would bring. She suggested several more ideas and I happily concurred. After pulling on the new pair and modeling them for her (the outline of my now harder cock was semi-visible through the jeans), I returned to the. And throwing her head back as his tongue makes a long, swiping contact with one of them.She lets him lick at her tits for a few seconds, then leans back a little as he licks down over her rips and belly – then giggling as she realises – and tells Mario - that, “He’s licking up your cum!”Mario continues to smile and rub the back of the dog’s neck, adding a “Good boy ... Is that nice?” He looks almost like he expects an answer from the animal.Casanova ignores Mario’s questions, far more. .. so she rented it out for shares of the crop.The heavy work around the house was done by Dub, who was this kind of old guy who wasn’t quite right in the head. I don’t know what was wrong with him, but he lived in the tool shed some of the time. He set up a bed in there, but he had these little nests on several farms around, and he sort of drifted from one to the other. Everybody fed him while he was living on their property and he sharpened tools, and moved hay bales, and fixed broken things.