That day we were playing with marbles and then he said, “I have a cigarette, do you want to smoke it?”; I have never smoked but I was interested, ...o I said, “Yes”. We walked up the stairs up to the roof of the building and once there, he showed me the cigarette and he produced a pack of matches and began to smoke the cigarette, he then gave it to me, I didn’t know what to do with it so he showed me how to do it. I did smoke of it, and after a few moments I felt dizzy. We continued smoking and. .. I run it the length of your slit, tasting you as your wetness builds.... your fingers run through my hair as gentle moans escape your lips... this drives me harder.... you grind against my face... You want to feel me inside you... I want to be inside you... I quickly slide up your body... sliding my hand beneath your head and kiss you just as my cock begins pressing against your inviting pussy... we rock and grind against one another as I slowly enter you. Once I'm fully inside you, we lay. That’s what Leslie felt as she dragged her feet back into her room. Fortunately, everyone gave her a wide berth as she came back from the cafeteria. Still no one wanted to be near her. That didn’t bother her, she really didn’t want to face anyone. Aimlessly, she turned on the TV before heading into the bathroom. She really needed to shower or something. It was like everything felt grimy. After what she saw today, she also needed to brush her teeth. Again. What she really wanted was a drink,. For the next six weeks Ed was there every morning at four thirty to do the milking. It didn’t take long for the tight knit farming community to find out about Mr. Green’s situation. Phone calls were made and a ‘duty roster’ of sorts was set up. Every day someone different showed up to help out. The milk went out, the chores were done, and the Green farm barely skipped a beat. It was a few years later. Ed was seventeen and a strapping young country boy who stood six foot two inches. He weighed.