[ModelT-MsDollie]

---------------------Life goes On…… Or A Dog in the Woods.
Our lives changed dramatically after we married. Somehow Dollie got pregnant and we had a son Dec 1958. We had no time or reason to stop at any lovers lanes. Again this is a rough guess. Our son was nearly 1 ½ years old so at least two years had passed since we saw lovers lane #or Mrs. Farmer Brown. They were all but forgotten. Must have been a Saturday and a nice spring morning. We were taken little Gene to Dollie’s mother to baby sit while we finally got away to play tittie flashin games. I hadn’t even driven down lovers lane since we married. Always took the main highway around the curve to Dollie’s parents place. Just before the curve Dollie suggested we go straight and show Mrs Farmer Brown our son. We had gotten to know her pretty well and actually stopped at their farm house a few times for tea and cookies.
Mr Farmer Brown was out working on the farm. Mrs Farmer Brown seemed very happy to see us and our son. We mostly visited like normal old friends. Someone mentioned lovers lane and our little hiding place in the woods. Plans were made. We dropped Gene off at grandma’s house and met Mrs Farmer Brown in the little wooded area. Seemed like so long ago. Mrs. Farmer Brown had already parked her car in the grassy meadow and put a blanket on the ground. Dollie and I were shocked! Mrs Brown was laying there naked masturbating! This had to be spring 1960 so I was 21, Dollie 19, and Mrs Brown at least mid-60’s. Surprisingly she was lookin good considering all we’d ever seen was her wearing old sloppy farmer dresses.
No, I still didn’t fuck Mrs Brown and she didn’t suck my cock. I was getting more young pussy at home than I could handle already. But she did use all of her cow milking experience to masturbate me several times until she milked me dry. Then she’d beg Dollie and I to fuck. Dollie fucked me. I fucked her. We just plain fucked. When I couldn’t fuck anymore Mrs. Farmer Brown jacked me off some more. Again we had no idea what this was called. But I’m sure this was dogging no matter what country we were in!

After that long hot afternoon in the woods we’d make an appointment and meet Mrs Farmer Brown a few times a year for several more years. Seems like she got ill or just too old and we never returned to the little woods on lovers lane again. Altho I didn’t keep track, we also stopped at the other two lovers lanes occasionally for years just for old times sake.