It was then I saw Angie heading straight towards me and I ran like a blue-arsed fly into the bedroom to jerk on a pair of old jeans just as she knocke... on the door.I opened it to find her standing there with a big grin on her face. "Hey, Ben," she said cheerily, "Me and the girls were wondering if you're up for a little get together this evening. Sharon just got another divorce cheque in the mail and wants to celebrate. Would love to have you there."Sure. Absolutely. Sounded great. I had no. I just want you not to do any work on this field between April 1st and July 1st.” Lucinda had Gerome’s tiny laptop. She showed Mr. Brown pictures of the field and the border with the river. “What would you normally plant in there?” I asked.“Probably soy beans. If my daughter decided to plant it this year, her old man would be preparing the field in April and May. We would plant in May or June latest or we would lose the whole crop,” he answered.l that field is three acres of cleared. ”It never took long for him to cum once I started in on the dirty talk. I loved being able to bring him such pleasure while doing so little. It’s not like it was hard work to talk dirty and give him a handjob.At first, I took my cues from the Penthouse stories. I re-read a few of them and pulled other details from memory and worked in the stuff that seemed the hottest. Of course, it didn’t take long to learn what turned him on the most.He loved the idea of another guy making me cum. He’s never. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my body into her back as the door closed behind us.She turned around to face me, her mouth opening to speak to me and I silenced her with a passionate kiss, my nimble fingers reaching to unbutton her silk blouse.She walked backwards towards the counter of the sink as I pulled the sheer white blouse down around her shoulders.My head lowered to kiss the soft mounds of her breasts, my tongue licking between her cleavage, my hands at her thighs raising.