Over the next two years, I took night classes in botany, but found Albert to be the best teacher of them all. He always said, to know plants and what ...hey like, you need to put your bare hands in the soil where they live. If you leave your hands in the soil long enough, he would say, it would be like visiting the inside of a neighbor’s house, you would get to see where they lived and what they needed to thrive. We also worked barefoot. Our day’s schedule had us work only in the mornings and in. I didn't know where Carol was going with this but I tried to give her all the answers I could hoping to keep an open line of communication between us. I asked Carol why all the questions. "Do you remember my friend Crystal that use to come over when we were little, well she needs help raising money for college and we got to talking about giving you sex for money and she said she would do it in a heart beat. She doesn't have a boyfriend right now and she told me years ago she thought my dad. This made Bonnie smile again, she now knew that Kim was hers, that she had Kim exactly where she wanted. Bonnie then raised her other hand to ask the teacher a question. Still with the three fingers fucking Kim Mr. Barking walked down to their table and saw that Kim was in her own world.Barking: Hey! Kim! Is this a sleeping place or school?Kim opened her eyes in shock as Bonnie removed her fingers but turned up the level. Kim made a slightly sound from her mouth as she tried to hold her orgasm. A couple of minutes later Bill is back at the table. All is well and now it is time for me to get my ass home.I get home and settle my son into his bed with a bottle. He falls asleep.I walk back to the living room to turn on the laptop with it connected to my big screen TV. I can see the kitchen table and hear the 3 black guys talk. What are they talking about? What black guys always talk about and that is fucking big ass white women. I call Bill up to let him know I am ready on my end. Good he.