He treated me nice and we did things I imagined normal couples do like take walks and go on dates and have quiet movie nights. It was boring, but aft...r my first year here I needed some boring. “But does he make you cum?” Courtney blurted out with the bluntness which seemed to run in her family.We were sitting together on the couch, under a large blanket, drinking wine. “No,” I admitted. “Does Mark make you?”“With that dick? Absolutely!”Courtney had been fucking Mark, or Marcus as she. "We made our way up to the house after taking care of the horse. We were just about to the door when Uncle Dave stepped outside."Emily, go inside and eat lunch. Rich, we need to talk." Ok"Uncle Dave led me back toward the barn. He stopped me once we reached the barn door."What the hell were you thinking?" What are you talking about?" Don't give me that. You know damn well what I'm talking about."I learned a long time ago, never admit to anything that you don't know that they know about. I was. "I'm not gay! I've just never been with a girl, is all!" Well," she sauntered up closer to me, "there's always a first time, right?" Uh, yeah," I said, not really knowing what to say."Well?" she said."Well what?" I asked."You know..." I don't know!" I said with mild annoyance."You wanna fuck, or not?" Uh, sure," I said, noticing for the first time that she was what every guy I know would call "hot." Long dirty blonde hair, pretty face, skinny, perfect tits, and nice round but slender ass--a. $136 million dollars turned into $87 million after Uncle Sugar took his piece and the state grabbed theirs. I did the usual, spend and travel and buy for a while, until I got bored. Then I sat down and did what the good Sisters used to tell us to do in any tough situation: meditate on the matter. I guess I’d outgrown the church but not the wisdom of those dear old ladies. ‘Well, I tossed the idea around about what I could do that would help the most people. So I started doing two things. First.