" He's a bank manager?" No. He runs a bank. President, like his father and his father. He owns the bank." I have a checking account in a bank. Your Mo...?" he asked."She volunteers." Not at the bank." No." So what did you inherit? Not money, but temperament, personality, skills." I don't think they have anything to do with who I am." Congratulations. You're the first," he said."Maybe they do. Are you sure you don't want to listen to Metallica?"We talked politics. He was a tree hugger, big. ‘Please, dear Jesus,’ he thought, ‘let her be the one.’When they arrived at the farm there was a sustained hush as he pulled into the carport. Looking at her lustfully he then asked her to strip in the vehicle. Layla did as requested before his left hand vigorously clutched onto her pussy. As his two middle fingers commenced spearing her cunt, his mouth clamped onto her left nipple. The collective frustration of their months of abstinence gave their actions a sense of frenetic urgency. Layla. He stared for a moment and then slid his tight briefs down his legs and off his feet. I was surprised two see that his already hard boner was about six inches long, an inch shorter than mine. It was the largest cock I had seen besides mine. Forrest’s boner was and inch wide and had not a single hair.“Wow”, Forrest said. “It’s big.”“So is yours”, I said.We started to jack off. I could tell he was looking at my cock, and I was looking at his. I could tell he wanted it, just like I wanted his, but. He made it to the porch without seeing anyone – no Leanna, no Buddy Wilkes, or Grays, or whatever the hell his name was. Something in the garden caught his eye and stopped his heart. Leanna’s basket was overturned and the ground looked torn up as if a struggle had taken place. Moving to the front door, he listened but heard nothing. He slowly opened the door and looked into the front parlor. Empty. The house had that deserted feel to it. He was positive no one was in the house. Moving quickly,.