"I want you to do it right," I added."Give us a week, and we will have it and I assure you it will be right," he said."While you have it check it out ...ompletely," I insisted. "I mean from the wheels to the windshield."I rode the bike away headed for home. I stopped at Mr.BJ's for a biscuit and cup of bad coffee on the way, since it was on the way. Again I sat outside at the concrete tables to eat. It was almost lunch time when I got back to the barge. I could tell Wilson wanted to talk to me,. It was pounding so loudly I could barely hear the noises from the movie. I suddenly felt much more interested in what was occurring on the screen. I stared at it with an almost blinkered awareness. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the guy who had just sat next to me. I had to fight the urge to tell him I wasn’t gay, or even curious or anything... I was in a bit of a panic, and then his knee touched mine... and I wasn’t in a panic anymore. I don’t know how, but I knew what I wanted to do, and. He sighed with pleasure at the fingering, but eventually pulled his pants up and moved on as did my dick servicer.That allowed me to move over to the other pair. I bent down to investigate the fat dick of the young stud as he kept working on the standing door master, sucking hard at the hard dick offered to him. I stood up to share that dick with him for a while, but then the muscled stud put his clothes back on and wandered off. I asked the door master if the guy came, but he didn’t think so.. Now let me come to the actual story. In our farm there were 6 to 10 workers working on regular basis. Out of them one or two used to assist our household works also. Among them one was Vishwanatha. Vishwa had a stud built body. He knew all the jobs related to the farm. He must be around 40 years old when he joined to our farm. He was staying in a small house located at another corner of our farm. I was noticing that my mom was behaving a little intimate with Vishwa.One day Vishwa was peeling.