I went back to preacher Henry. I told him we wanted two families with a couple of kids each, kids that were of an age to do chores that would take som... of the burden off the adults. We'd give them permanent housing, feed them and pay them 30,000 a year a family. We needed people with a work ethic and had been around a farm. He'd get back to me on Sunday. We shook hands and he picked up another Benjamin. I had confidence in him. He did good work.We had four pole barns located off our 'main. I just want to lay here beside you and hold you. Come ‘er.” I was twenty seven, and as I recollected, my father had not held me tenderly since that first night more than a decade before. I could only remember the fondling, pinching, clamping and being filled up with his cock inside me. Sometimes there had been his friends’ cocks inside me too. But never just laying there. Never just talking. I had been taught to get up and hustle. And that night I stood nude before him, wiggling back and. "Julia rhetorically asked, "Isn't he sweet? Completely wrong, but sweet..."#2: "I've got a lot to learn about females, don't I?"#2, #3: #3: "Carol, how come you don't like smart guys? And given that I'm doing so well at school, doesn't that contradict your liking me now? That doesn't seem logically consistent to me."They laughed again. Confirming that my being smart is only restricted to schoolwork.Carol eventually answered, "Smart guys are usually either socially nervous or arrogant about. “Well, I better look pretty then.” She bent over the vanity and began applying a fresh coat of lipstick. She dabbed perfume on her neck and pouted at him in the reflection. Then she turned and strutted across the room and stood before him, glorious in the twilight, and danced gently.He sprawled back, naked and chiseled and brooding. “You’re sooo sexy, baby.”She eye-fucked him as she moved. “You like watching what’s yours?” She eased the tutu off her hips over her stiletto boots. “Not gonna let.