I’ve never farmed before.”“Farming is god’s gift to the man. Only when a man farms can he truly be close to god.” With that, he turned aroun... and walked into the orchards. I had no choice but to follow. The third day of grape picking I was partnered with Jacob to fill our buckets of grapes. We were stationed in the far end of the grape fields, far out of eyesight of anyone else. “Why don’t you run away?” Caleb said, though I was grateful for the silence to be broken, I wish he had asked me. She asked me to put my penis into her pussy immediately. Feeling her urge, I adjusted my glance over her pussy and gave a slight push.It went a inch in but she screamed in pain “aaha ohhh aah. Jara dheere ghusao. Dard ho rha hai. Aaahhh ohhh hmmmm”. I stopped for few seconds. Her pussy was so tight for my dick. It was so hot inside the pussy, I felt as if my cock was burning. Again I pushed my cock, this time a little harder and my whole penis was in. She screamed in pain but I closed her mouth. She wanted to ask them a million questions, but didn't want to let them think that they fazed her, even though they did. She gave herself a quick mental pep talk that what had just happened was meaningless fun normal people have and it probably wouldn't look good if she made a big deal out of it. "So... why are you both here in the building anyways?" she asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, while starting to reach for her dry clothes. "Oh? No 'thank you for the great time'?". For weeks the ever present thought in his mind was about how to stay alive and free from the law while they moved. His only thoughts about the future had been limited to the future that was made up of the next day, or two.The concept of "them" and "him" was firmly in place, though there was some crossover. What was good for them had fit in with what was good for him, so far. It had been a tumultuous relationship, to be sure, and that upheaval in all their lives had claimed most of their.