We went to work, picking, washing, and on to more serious wine making. We had two electric juicers and after juicing enough lemons for two five-gallon...batches of wine, we were all exhausted. So, we stripped down and all jumped in the pool. It was a very hot day and the cool water was very refreshing. Tom and Grace were a good 20 years younger than me, but my body was in as good shape as was Grace's. I have always exercised and taken good care of my body and skin. I could see Tom looking at my. I knew I couldn’t resist him. What would I say? I’m not gay? Its true I’m not but how could I claim that to Randy. Did I want to even try? My eyes were locked on the tool. I had been through the routine now enough to know what to expect. Randy knew it too. He had me cornered physically and mentally. My mouth opened. "Nah Kyle, you gotta eat the right way man," he said seriously," start with these biscuits here." He was holding his boner straight up, awkwardly moving his testicles. If you’re happy with that, then so am I.’ ‘Sure,’ he said without hesitation. ‘I trust you. I always have.’ ‘In that case,’ I said, ‘on your back.’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ he replied teasingly, doing as he was told. Eagerly, I straddled him and lowered myself onto his by now fully-fledged erection. The moan of pleasure was mutual as I began to ride him, slowly at first, then more vigorously as his hands on my hips urged me on. Soon he was moving in time with me. ‘Am I doing OK?’ he whispered. ‘A little. He was wearing khaki pants with a blue shirt and a brown winter coat. He looked nice and was very polite. I looked a mess, my hair was messy, I had on sweatpants and a heavy sweatshirt with out a bra, with a light jacket. I hadn't showered. I had woken up about an hour before and wanted to get things done. During the conversation, he asked me if I was married. I told him that I was divorced and had 2 young boys. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said. "Don't be," I replied. "I'm not, best thing that's ever.
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