After witnessing so much of this young goddess' divine beauty, I couldn't walk into my own home; satisfied with the treat my eyes had just received. E...pecially when I knew there was so much more waiting for me behind those doors. I knew she didn't take all of those clothes off just to keep her black panties on. No sir, she was undressing to get undressed. I could feel it, and that meant those panties and her exquisite posterior would soon be parting as well. If I didn't do something, only the. Every now and then one fell. Three had died that way, and another would spend the rest of his life being pushed around in a wheelchair and pissing into a plastic bag. But no one would have dreamed of suing Ralph's, or Sam Marx personally. That would just spoil things for everyone else. Besides, shit happened.It was Friday night, the big night, and Ralph's was packed. The warm-up act was a pair of local bullies who were pounding the shit out of each other, but the crowd didn't need much warming. Okay. I’ll be in early tomorrow. Yes, yes. Okay, by, Ms. Petrov.”Mom hung up and let out a long sigh.“So, she needs another, uh, servicing?” I asked, my cheeks warming.“So you did hear us,” she said, color spotting her cheeks. “I thought I saw cum staining her door.”“I tried to clean it up,” I muttered. “You knew I masturbated and didn’t say anything?”“Well, it was hot,” she said, squirming. She smiled. “Knowing you were jerking off to listening to me. But how could I bring that up with you. ” I helped where I could, my first introduction to farm life. I learned that she only had a high-school formal education but had a PHD (piled higher and deeper) in growing hay and grazing cattle in OK.Just as I was about to leave I asked, “Would you have dinner with me on Saturday night?”She smiled a big one. “A date? I haven’t had one of those in years. Of course. What time?”When I picked her up she looked almost pretty wearing a dated dress, some makeup, and her salt-and-pepper hair fixed up.