The Phone Sex Bar

We were not the only ones getting hot at Old Man Taylor’s Pond. The Old Man himself was getting an eyeful of all the fun we were having down there with Zach. After I had left the pond, I started on my way home and decided to take a long walk around the pond. The sun was going down and there was a really nice breeze on my still damp skin that felt so good and really had my nipples standing up and saying hi to any and everyone that happened by but the only one happening by that evening was Zach’s father. Most people were afraid of him cause he was so big and mean and crochety, and you couldn’t see his smile for that beard, but I knew the truth, nope, he wasn’t mean at all. He was just horny and lonely since his wife had taken that long journey away from the pond with that no good insurance salesman and maybe someday I will tell you how I come to know about how horny he was but that’s a story for another day.

Summer Fun

Hot Summertime Fun At Taylor’s Pond:  That evening after I had left the water babies and  was walking the pond on my way home when I came across him.  He was laid out on the ground with his hat pulled down over his eyes as if he was asleep, but I knew better and as I quietly passed by I said hello and he mumbled his reply and I giggled to myself. I knew he was awake because his two huge, coal black, Newfoundlands never would have let me pass that close to him had he been asleep. Well, anyone but me that is, but, like I said, that’s a whole other story for a different day. But, as I was saying,  he knew he couldn’t fool me into thinking he was asleep and when he laughed and said, “little girl (he called me that because I was so small compared to him and he started calling me that when he heard my father call me that, but with a very different effect) how come you are the only one who isn’t afraid of me?” and I laughed harder as he pulled me to him by my ankle and told him that I knew there was nothing to be afraid of as landed  in his arms right where he wanted me to be.

Now, had anyone bothered to get past the “Old Man’s” gruff exterior as I had, they would have found the passionate nature of the man that layed just beneath just as I had done.

If you want to hear the tale of me and “Old Man Taylor” and how I was the one to find the raging inferno he kept buried deep within, just stop by The Phone Sex Bar some day or night and I will share some hot phone sex that will make your horny cocks jump for some hot tasty

Gina.