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Our Story Begins:
None of the highly successful attorney Paul Hammond’s clients suspected that he was reared on a small farm in the mid west. Most thought that the aura of sophistication that surrounded him must have had its infancy in a wealthy, socialite family in the northeast. Well Paul Hammonds was brought up on a farm in the mid west, and that also is where his diabolical cravings were given their first spark, and fanned into a hot fire by a thirty nine year old farmer’s wife.
Paul was a sturdy twelve year old when one of the students in his junior high school, Betty Allerton, three years older and already possessing a wonderful curvacious body, lured him into her parent’s barn on the pretense that she was going to show him how to shoe a horse.
“T-There’s no horse in here, Betty,” stammered little Paul as he glanced around the barn’s interior.
“Oh yes there is, silly,” Betty laughed as she ran a little hand over a big bulge in the crotch of his jeans. “Only a horse could have a prick the size of the one I saw in your gym shorts today.”
“Aw cut it out, Betty,” Paul blushed furiously as he wrenched her inquisitive hand away from his big penis. “The guys are always kiddin’ me about the size of my dick … and now you’re doing it.”
“Believe me I’m not kidding,” Betty smiled as she opened up her purse. “I have a special treat for you, would you like to see what it is?”
“What is it?”
“A pair of my mother’s long kid gloves, wait till you see them on me, they’re so exciting and glamorous,” she whispered excitedly, drawing a pair of armpit length black kid gloves from the bag, and beginning to work one on. “You have no idea how fantastic they are going to feel on your big prick. I’ll bet I can make you shoot your load in ten seconds.” —-
