The friends of my friends are my lovers On this beautiful spring morning, I prepare myself as often to go for my morning walk. So after my coffee, I put on my electric blue leggings, they're tight, like a second skin, I feel like I'm naked with my plug. I'm so good in it that I have it in several colors, including a pink, a white and a black. Depending on the lighting they are slightly transparent. A blue T-shirt, socks and sneakers, my little backpack containing my phone, wallet, bottle of water, packet of cake, and a small first aid kit, you never know, it has already had its use, I would tell you. It's 8 am, the sun is already starting to heat up, I set off, heading for the town next door, 4 km by the pedestrian path. I walk what I call semi fast, too fast for my wife but not too fast for the others. Along the route, I pass near the small wood where 3 years ago, I came to the aid of a cyclist. It was a morning like this, a Saturday, I was walking in tight black leggings and I was passed by a cyclist, he was riding like a dancer, his pretty little ass in his shorts did not leave me indifferent, he was walking away leaving me on my hunger, dirty ideas in the head. 1 km further I turn around feeling that I would not make a big run, I am at the level of the wood when the cyclist doubles me in slow motion, he looks at me while doubling me and falls a few meters further. The boy in his thirties, is on his back, the bike on him, bloody scratches on one leg. I rush to his rescue, take the bike away from him and put it on the side. I tell the young man not to move, asking him if he is in pain somewhere, luckily he is wearing a helmet. Apart from his leg, no big boo, I take the bottle out of my bag and some kleenex and start cleaning the wounds. One in particular is bleeding a lot at the level of the crotch, where the shorts are torn. Surely the bike falling. I tell him, either I tear his shorts more to stop the blood or he takes them off. In me I want the second solution, since I've been taking care of him I've seen his braquemard grow bigger under the lycra, he's well molded and even the balls are well drawn. "Not here he said to me, let's go into the little wood, there could be some traffic." » He takes his bike and I my bag and go behind the trees where he takes off his shorts, he has a superb tail, long with an acorn like a small crimson red mushroom. I say to him “whoa or, nice piece, how did you manage to break your face? while disinfecting the wound with an alcoholic compress.It's because of you, when I saw your big ass in your leggins the first time, you made me hard, I thought of my wife that I couldn't fuck because she to those rules and your ass would have done, but when I went back I saw only him and screwed up.It's funny because when you double crossed me the first time and I saw your little ass move, I was thinking, and wondering what you had in front of you. Now I know and I want to eat it.With that I grab his cock and start suckling it, he's already hitting the back of his throat and he hasn't come in full. What a beautiful machine, I savor his shaft, I play with his glans or pearl his pre cum. turn around, I have to bugger you, I won't last long.He lowers my leggings, removes my plug, spits on my parting and enters one finger, then two.You're a real slut, in fact your ass is already wide open.And he buggers me like an animal, in 5 minutes he stuffed me and emptied himself inside me. Big jets of hot cum fill me, it comes out of me and ends up in my mouth. Damn he really had some in store. Then He gets dressed and runs away like a thief without a word. I am not unhappy with my walk, I was hoping to see him again but unfortunately not. In the course of my thoughts I arrived at the end of the road at the entrance of the city, the DIY store is open, I will take the opportunity to buy a part for my mower. I'm going around the shelves can't find what I want and I'm about to go out, when I meet Jacques, a friend of a friend, who gave me a hand with my roof.how are you, not too difficult since the funeral? (he just lost his wife to cancer, a little over a month ago).We go, my children are there for me.What are you doing here, you're still tinkering!I redid the adjoining room and I have plumbing connections to make, but they don't have crimping pliers with the connections, its stupid.If you want I have one, I can lend it to you, you take me home and you leave with it.OK, you're saving my life.You helped me out too.We leave the store and in the parking lot, sits a superb pic-up. did you change your car?No it's not mine, I'm parked behind.We go around and I discover a fiat 500,It's not yours, it was my wife's, mine is in review so I took this one.You're not afraid n that with our jigs it won't take off.Don't worry, these little beasts are solid. We rush into the vehicle, our legs touching, our heads brushing the ceiling, like two sardines in a can. At each speed change his hand touches my thigh, we talk and we brown, he is very tactile his hand often comes to my crotch, and I start to get hard. Arrived at home, we go directly to my workshop which is independent of the house, I open the cupboards pretending to look, especially those at the bottom where I present my big ass well in the air.Damn, what a beautiful big ass you have,Make yourself comfortable if you want.I turn around, he's sitting in my chair, pants and underpants down, a superb cock in his hand. She's short, ...

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