Ask around yourself. You still know most of the old Matucket Plains crew. Somebody must have gone out with him. He changes girlfriends like I change m... socks.”The following week Kelly reported back to me on Candy Pants. “You were right about Randy Holden.”“Hmmm?” I commented.“About him expecting things,” she told me. “You were right.”“What’d you hear?” I asked.“It’s pretty much like you said last week. If he takes a girl out, they’re probably going parking up in the hills over the lake. ” The wagon lurches forward and before long we are moving at a good clip through the fields towards the oak. As we pass the rows of slaves working the soil with their tools, I shout out to the overseers to get them moving towards the southwest oak. Word spreads quickly and by the time we reach the oak, none of the fieldworkers are in the fields…they are being herded toward the big tree by the field foreman, a whip cracking every now and again to keep the pace swift.The wagon lurches to a stop. It seemed as if a great deal of tension had just been lifted from my shoulders. As I inhaled, the smell of Hayley’s perfume filled my nostrils. It was incredible. She sounded almost as sweetly as she smelled. I smiled. Up until around 11:30 or so my mind was completely centered on Hayley. The way she walked, the way she smelled every thing about her just hit me all at once. I thought to myself: ‘Come on man, you have a girlfriend…a great, wonderful girlfriend…’ And then my mind would wander. Her breasts, which had to have been d-cups now that he was seeing them, were held tight within a basic white bra. She then pushed her shoes off and walked over to him in her socked feet. ‘Now, where were we?’ she cooed as she straddled her legs over him and kissed him from above. He felt a rush as his hands caressed her bare skin, so young and so soft. Now fully aroused and letting his desires take over, he had to see and feel her bare tits that he’d beaten himself off to so many times. .