The bastard tried to rip her nightgown off and Anita struggled beneath him. His large black hands finally reached out to her round breasts, squeezing ...hem through the silk fabric. She screamed for help.The man laughed. "Go ahead and scream, white bitch, no one can hear you”. The man continued to assault her breasts and Anita began to cry, her tears pouring down her cheeks at her own helplessness. I grabbed up the phone, but then I remembered I was on line at the same time. I could not call. ”“Anytime anywhere you want to have me. I am all yours, son. Now fuck your mom real hard.”Between fucks of the highest order, I could catch up with Vineeta and narrate my wedding night experience with my son. She expressed a genuine thrill to hear it. I told her about Joy’s desire to share me with his dad. She conveyed that even her son Rick was also into the idea quite strongly.She agreed that it would be the most convenient idea to keep things in the family. I asked her how I can even bring. “I am. Also, harvest time can be pretty dangerous around here with guys from other towns trying to rip us off. Most growers keep dogs in their gardens and some sleep out there with shotguns.”“Do you do that?” I asked.“No, but I have a set up with one of those motion detectors. If someone goes out there in the middle of the night, a recording of barking dogs scares them off and a spotlight comes on.”“Wow, that's cool...you always were a peacekeeper.”Steve chuckled. “It's actually pretty peaceful. There was a cake on the coffee table. We put candles on it and lit them. I started singing “happy birthday to you” and she started blowing the candles off. She cut a small piece of cake and asked me to open my mouth.She came close put the cake in my mouth and rubbed the extra cream on my cheek and laughed. I was surprised and took a chunk of cake to smear it on her. But she started running around in the hall and I Started chasing her.Finally she fell down on the floor and I got on top of her.