I tried to hide it, but that’s no longer necessary. You’ve been my cuckold, a role you’ll come to love in the future. Initially, you’ll just...help to prepare me for my dates with Jonathan.”“Your principal? You mean you’ve been fucking your principal all this time? Isn’t he married?”“Yes, and yes; he and I have been “fucking” as you so bluntly put it for almost a year. We used to do it in his office after everyone else was gone. All of those evening meetings I had to attend he was doing me. She absorbed everything like a sponge.During dinner she asked Mom what her plans were for the farm that summer. Then she proceeded to tell Mom what she would do if she were her. They reached a compromise. It meant a lot more work in the beginning but with more reward in the end. Hay became wheat, corn became soybeans, and we put in a big vegetable garden with a roadside stand. We added a few baby cows to raise for veal too.Bobby sure knew her stuff.That next morning it was Bobby getting me up.. Both men had told each other that they wanted to continue with the one that they had screwed before. This time would be different. Their partners would be in a dream state. They would participate thinking that another was with them. Then the men would switch places. Of course some pictures would be taken. Due to the nature of the conversation before their guests retired for bed, the men assumed they would not get a chance to further debauch them. The Count said, "Raphael it is too bad that they. ”“Well -- Walter and I will be on our way.”“Thanks for looking after Li’l Annette, Mom,” I said.“Oh, any time. I’ll happily make time to watch her.” My mother hugged Andrea.“See you later, son,” Walter said and they headed out the door.“Can you see if Annette needs to be changed?” Andrea asked. “I have a chicken stir-fry recipe I want to try. It should go together pretty quickly. I have some rice started.”“Sure.” I looked into the cradle. Annette was reaching for some colorful wooden beads.