By then was a huge force in Florida politics and agriculture.We were introduced by Sheriff Cowell when it was clear that we were the only people who s...owed up for the sale. “Ben, this is Michael Ryan. You might remember his parents, Ed and Connie. They died in that awful accident last year. Michael is operating his father’s grove by himself and doing a darn good job.”Ben sized me up, and I could tell he wasn’t impressed with a seventeen year old grove owner. The Sheriff put him straight before. Chuck’s comment struck my funny bone ... hard.After I was in control ... they idea of which caused me to relapse into laughter ... again. I do admit I saw the ridiculous side of the condition. That caused the loss of any semblance of control ... again.I grabbed a handful of crushed chips from the blue bowl ... it wasn’t Tom’s but they were good enough. My mouth blossomed with the flavors of sour cream, onion, nacho cheese, cheddar, greasy potatoes, baked chips, tortillas, lime, lemon salt, pork. Main samajh gaya tha ki yeh randi hi hai aur kitna maza aayega agar kisi hapshi se iska bf banaya jaaye.Maine baat aage badhayi aur poocha ki kya tumhe maza aaya sach batana. Usne dheere se han bol diya aur kutiyon ki tarah apni choot ragadne lagi.Woh jaan gayi thi ki uska sapna main poora karne has raha hun. Usne kaha ki kab dilwaoge mujhe hapshi ke lund mujhe ek muh ek choot aur ek grand mein lena hai . Maine turant hi apne jaan pehchaan waale friends jo ki nigerian the unko bula liya aur. “I suppose so.” I chuckledShe jumped up, gathering up her clothes and panties laying by the bed, and headed for the shower, she kissed up a fond farewell and left my apartment, heading back to her husband to do, I don’t know what, her pussy wasn’t capable of too much right now.Jack and I had loved every minute of it and we were sure she did also.A few days went by and no Shirley. Didn’t want to call her as her husband may be home so I just waited for her every morning.Jack called me one morning.