I could feel myself tingling and my orgasm was building.I stroked faster with twisting strokes up and down my slick shaft. Clear fluid was flowing fro... the eye of my cock. I gently squeezed my rigid shaft to milk out more precum, making it even slicker. My hips were rocking back and forth with frenzied lust as I stroked. I placed one hand on the sink to steady myself as my body shuddered when the first white stream leapt from my spasming cock. My hips pushed forward as I shot stream after. It was the same wheel that had come off before. This time, since it was on the downstream side and since the current was fairly strong, it turned over on its side.Millie, Tess and I were on the eastern shore when it happened. We had all three been back and forth across the river several times, helping to get the livestock across and helping with some of the wagons.At first I just froze. The current turned the overturned wagon until it's back was pointed downstream. Simpson's oxen and those. But she was so afraid of me she was not at all asking me for payments in months, in spite of lot of job work she was doing for us. I felt pity and released some payment in order to get our work done on time. She comes to office only at that time I am not there ie., during lunch, if she sees me she will handover her stuff and run. Then I called crys and told about Mini’s act. She called her and fired her and told her to meet me everyday and explain and handover stuffs. I was hardly interested in. He stood there looking at me as he toweled himself off, his long, wet curly hair hanging in front of his eyes. I felt strange with him looking at me. It felt strange also that I did not mind him watching me strip down to my underwear. "You Randall's son ain't you?" he asked, his deep voice carrying across the murky water of the creek."Yeah." I said flatly."You look just like him." He said, brushing the last droplets of water off his right leg with his towel.I smiled politely, and nodded."So I.