I picked up my father-in-law's dick that weekend at the farm.

Many people have commented on my stories with my father-in-law, wanting to accompany this unusual friendship and encouraging me, reinforcing that I am straight (I think he is a Taubaté heterosexual) and love his daughter (that's true), as she does every day if she gives it to me (this is also true)... But there are already some more unusual situations with the stepson because I was raised only by my mother and see him as my idol, my hero, the man of my life, my inspiration, my greatest love.
Reinforcing that until then, all my stories are real...
We all went to the farm that weekend, me and her. My father-in-law came out of the shower... asked my mother- in- law for a towel. She said she wasn't gonna take it.
Then we went to bed, fucked my wife, heard my mother-in-law moaning, were simultaneously fucking, what a horny but each in his room.
The other day we went to the party house that is next to the Bay of Horses and made a churras, my father-in-law and I played snooker and after some beers his jokes started: can you hold a stick well? And me, look at this club here, thick as my cock... etc. He didn't stand still provocations. Women sunbathing in the grass, he took out that parrot softly and it made a noise knocking on the table: good taco is mine, hard worker, tonight I hit all night long. I took mine from the top of my pants: so he learned with mine because this one is sleeping because poor night. He laughed, put that soft stick inside his trousers and we continued to play. We had lunch and wind stopped, it was a very strong sun, then I said: let's take a hose bath, we all went, me, him, my mother-in-law, he wet us with an enormous hose for washing horses. My mother-in-law was all in white, the shorts and shirt were glued on and that bra and panties became transparent but my father-in law didn't care about her being like this so she went inside we were having a lot of fun while he got us wet. We stayed for half an hour and he wet us until I went till he took the hose off by force and soaked him, left him with that fine mesh pants glued marking even more the enormous volume he has, then he removed his shirt leaving sample that breast healed unbelievable to a 49 year old man hehehehe. Then afterwards he wanted to take my hose from me and we started a war cable, my wife said: "stay there your children that I'm going to bathe you and get some sun". Dai He gave a pull which made me stuck in it, laughed and said: come on! I said, "Not yet", and took the hose back by soaking it again with water. Pressured him to touch his face in order to provoke himself and let go of anger, he pulled out the hose once more and held my arm with the hose behind me, looking right into my eyes with a very angry look on his face and saying: 'Take this hose here', and led my hand up to his stick, I filled my hand and then pushed me back and turned off the faucet: We had taken there only an old mattress that I use to stay in the sun, he lay down with his pants still wet inside the party area and both of us were outside on the pool taking up already sleeping sunshine, so I laid down by his side, back to him, he turned from belly upwards leaning all sides leg on me, my butt and I was back then made a fool out of myself and let my hand fall behind, it stood on his stomach between chest and waist of trousers, a propitious and strategic region, making me asleep. He was also breathing deeply and as if he had been sleeping, so I started slowly moving my soft hand more and more towards his volume, crazy to grab the hand in that huge chest which has already trembling inside, anxious, mad with excitement and fear, what a crazy feeling but it was very keen on risking myself, took think about 15 minutes for me to stop my hand on top of his suitcase, But I restrained myself, until (with him breathing as if he had slept) felt that rod growing very slowly, packing half a bomb and I began to grab it till it turned into hard rock, held firm, grabbed in various ways to leave the scent imprinted on my hand so I would hit one later, no matter whether he was awake or never sleeping I woke up, went to the bathroom and peed... but that delicious smell of dick was there. It wasn't a dream! The bad thing is that now I'll never know if he was awake or not, and it won't get out of my head because Saturday will be a week since this happened.
Only the last one is my mother-in-law. The rest are only illustrative photos, I don't like to deceive anyone.