She put it on just as the taxi lights flashedthrough the window.‘You’ll need some money for the fare!’ I shouted.‘Come out and...see me pay for the taxi.’ She shoutedback.She sure had my interest now. I just got to the frontdoor as she was opening her coat and showing ‘all’ tothe taxi driver, a middle aged black man.‘This is my fare and tip. Will you take me to mydestination?’‘You bet lady!’ He couldn’t get out of the car. “I will do all I can to make that happen” I said.A few days later I stayed up until Charles had fallen asleep. Then I crept down the hall to Eric’s room and into his bed. Eric was awake and waiting for me already naked. I quickly pulled of my shorts and tank top and joined him. “you ready for my baby?” he asked.“yes, I sure am” I said with a big smile. “how about a blow job to get started?” Eric asked. We had talked about this before. Having sex with him to get pregnant was one thing but a. He could barely see the traces of cum running down her leg. Exhausted, he laid down back down, falling asleep immediately. He stirred from his slumber when he heard the door open, and felt someone get in bed, "Why is the bed wet?" The voice muttered before falling back asleep. The next morning he felt a body against his, instinctively he threw an arm over, his arm resting just beneath the breast. His groggy mind flashed back to last night’s encounter. His cock hardened, instinctively he thrust. They loved being growers in their own right.Whenever Lupe or Raul tried to call me Jefe after that, I started calling each of them Jefe right back. I explained that we were all growers, equals, and that they should remember to call me by my given name. In truth, when it came to farming, I was the student, and they were the teachers.For Christmas, I had five nice white cotton tee shirts made with "Jefe" spelled out in big letters on the back. For Ricky Ricardo, I bought a hat to go along with.