After his death, there was no one to look after the farms, my widowed mother and my young sister, Mansi. I knew that IDidn’t have any choice but to ...eturn home and look after the things… And though I resented my decision, I left my adopted city and returned homeTherefore, for the last six months I had been doing what my father did for his whole life… Farming… Cultivating and harvesting. In the month of august, the sugarcane crop was ready… Still there was a month or so before it would be ready. Reaching into the ashtray on the table, I picked up a half smoked joint and lit it. After a few puffs, my anger began to die down. Unexpectantly, my cock began to come back to life in a major way. I had just come 45 minutes ago, and usually I'm a one-shot willie sexually. But now I had to put the ashtray in my lap to keep it from tenting. All the while I watched Kristy as I asked her if she loved him.She looked at me with big wet eyes and bit her lower lip as she walked over to me and squatted.. Orgasm after orgasm, him just pleasing me, toying with me. Whenever I'm alone at home, all by myself - unless you count the toys - I just lie on my bed, take out my Magic Wand (who I call Mr. Magic) and just let it waver on my clit. My wet clit. I let it vibrate on my tits, slowly making the nipples erect; I squeeze on them, a sudden release of pain. I slowly fondle it around my pussy, slowly making it red and swollen until I can't hold my orgasm. I just cum, screaming his name, "Oh Charlie!. I was in the army at the time. We had an exercise that was over 16 days and I had finally left and got to go home for the weekend. Being surrounded by young guys all the time, we talked about ladies and what we were going to do when we left. Being the horny guy I am, I normally get a release everyday if i could, multiple times sometimes as well. 16 days was torture for me and I was full desperate for some action. When I got home, I messaged Nirosha asking if i was able to meet her and hopped.