Nothing wrong with that, is there?"Mike had to agree, although this directness was new to him. This well-educated woman who could speak so fluently on...scientific matters, could, just as readily, reveal her open sexuality, and Mike asked her, "How many men have you treated in this way?"She was silent for just a moment as Mike’s limp penis slipped out of her, "Ah, what a shame," she muttered. "I don't think of the fucking part as me treating men. It's more about what they can do for me." And how. It drove me a little nuts.” “I could tell. But you’re oke now?” “More than oke.” We help each other stand. Both shaken from the fierce sex and me still with my pants around my ankles and a condom around my cock. “I’ll take care of that, you undress,” she says while removing the latex from me. As she goes to the bathroom I kick off my shoes and remove the rest of my garb. When I’m naked she returns and takes my hand. “Come with me.” I’m led outside. Which at first fills me with some trepidation. I turn around in my seat to complete what I was doing and thinking please God don’t let anyone ask for help right now because you know I can’t get up. My dick is at full mast pushing through my pants with no signs of going down anytime soon! People often say to think about sports at a time like this; here goes: LeBron James, Steph Curry, Tom Brady…. The back of my mind I’m thinking: Liz’s mouth on my cock! Putting my tongue in her pussy, putting my tongue in her ass! Oh God, PLEASE TURN OFF. Tomorrow, he’ll cut down six trees that died. He has someone coming out to do that because they want to buy the pecan wood. Then he’ll try to transplant the saplings that have grown beneath the mature trees. He’ll use some of the saplings to replace the dead trees and wants to transplant others to add more rows to the orchard. Right now, it’s twenty-five rows of forty trees. He thinks he can add five more rows, but those trees won’t be profitable for about ten more years. They’ll start.