He was able to handle the bales, averaging 60 to 75 lbs each, walking beside a tractor-drawn wagon and grabbing each bale by its wire bindings and swi...ging it up to another teenager with hay hooks, who would swing the bale into place on the growing load. Even for June it was damned hot and sweaty work. Hay stems and leaves stuck to his body inside his shirt, down to his waist; the rough stem sides of the bales abraded away his blue jeans, despite the short leather bale apron he wore as he gave. Jeryl hasn’t told me yet.”“Well, I’m sure it will be a perfect wedding.”“Are you going to work on that all night, or take a break and pack for Thanksgiving?” Jeryl asked as I hunched over the soldering station I had set up along one wall of the office.I straightened up and glanced at the clock. “Shit. I lost track of time. Are you all packed?” I asked as I stood up and stretched.“Of course. You’re packed, too. You just need to decide what is going on the plane with you.”I crossed the room and. I didn't say anything but finally had to ask, "Fiancé?"She smothered a giggle with her hand, "That guy has been pestering me all night. He thinks he's God's gift to women but I think he's a creep. You came just in time. Maybe I should get a ring I can flash." Okay, I guess we should go to dinner." Oh, Jim. You don't have to do that. Just give me a ride home." What? Being your fiancé doesn't even rate me a dinner?"She smiled and said, "Well, you don't have to, but it would be nice."After several. Tim fucked her for half an hour and he orgasmed in her. She pulled her hose up and he carried her to work. She said she could feel his seaman leaking as she worked. After a while she had Tim and Keith not fuck her at the same time. I was literally shaking like I was cold as she told me how they stretched her ass and pussy with their thick hairy cocks. It was after that sex act when she began paying attention to my little penis. She explained it like since she was getting all the cock she needed.