Be a farmer. Be a weaver. Be all of them, if you want. Or be none of them. Be whatever it is in your heart to be. It is, now and forever, your choice....No one and nothing can ever make the choice for you.”It was sometime later when, from within the lead wagon, Bena moved forward and placed her elbow on the front wall separating the wagon from the seat. Her fingers absently tugged at a protruding splinter, pulling it from the wooden board. Elva had long dropped from the wagon to go visit her. “I have to talk to you now.” She sounded urgent.“Well alright then what is it?” said Andy. I returned his cock to my mouth, using my hand and mouth to jack him off while I was hiding under his desk.“it’s about Jason.” Said Courtney. Jason was Courtney’s supervisor. They both worked in sales. “He is being inappropriate.” She continued.“How so?” asked Andy.“Well, this morning I caught him staring at my chest.” She said. Everyone was staring at your chest this morning, I thought to myself.. None of it made any sense any more but I found that after a few drinks I felt a lot better about life and my troubles and concerns just disappeared.To make matters worse it was around this time that I caught my wife and my good friend Jeff who was lead singer in the band that practiced at my house. Jeff was the brother of a long term school friend. I had taught him how to play a guitar many years before when he was just a kid. He was very talented and took to it very well, so well in fact that. Hover was now completely naked. She was still wearing her heels as she mounted my cock again. She pushed both small hands from my cock. She was fucking my cock as she leaned up to kiss her son in the front seat. Jessica was on the floor, with her head between my legs. She was licking my exposed cock and huge balls in her mouth as Mrs. Hover rode my cock. I started to spank both her big fat butt cheeks. A minute later she shifted my hard cock into her tight asshole. We spent the rest of.