Samantha was a beautiful redhead and was in her mid 30’s. We got on well, I got liquored up and Samantha offered me a ride home. Bj said be careful ...ut I thought, “what could happen”?. Sam took me to her house. We talked, drank some more and Samantha kissed me. A deep “ we are getting ready to get busy” kiss. I felt her cock press against my thigh. I back away and said I don’t do that and she said I did not have to do anything. In the back of my mind I wanted to see the cum shoot out of her. Jareth Anderson the one person who confuses the living hell out of her. He comes everyday talking in a smooth southern accent, flat top head of soft black hair, looking incredibly sexy in his official CG uniform. He hands her his ID with his big hands and long fingers. Looking at her with eyes that can change color like the sky and, when he stands next to her, he makes her feel protected. She doesn’t understand the feelings and emotions that he stirs up in her. ‘I can’t feel this way about this. No adoption agency would look once, let alone twice, at a alcoholic and gambling addict with a reputation for gold digging. They certainly wouldn’t do so if she was still single. They would want at least one stable influence in the child’s life, and that didn’t look too promising if the only parent was a divorced mom without a job or any real education or skills. Most might not be prudes, but they wouldn’t like her apparent instability and lack of any established residence, either. Thinking of. ’ Swede pointed to where the creek had once run, and had hollowed out part of the bank. ‘I’d dig back in there a ways, and then build a log wall in the front. That would do for the winter.’ ‘What about you?’ I asked, and with a bit of suspicion in the back of my mind. ‘I already got my place finished,’ he answered. ‘I’m about ready for winter. When the leaves start dropping, we need to take a week off and head into town for supplies for the winter. We won’t want to be trying to get into town.