Then, Andy, it's time you went home," and she turned around and pulled the door closed."Oh, shit," he said, "I'm dead now. Oh, crap. What if she tells...your Mom and Dad? They might think we're gay or something." I hope not. Maybe you can ask her not to tell them, I mean this is bad enough," and I got my clothes on and left.We didn't really speak about it at school, it was just too embarrassing, and about a week later, he called asking me to come over the next Saturday. I asked him about his mom. He was definitely a good-looking guy, and took great care of himself, which was a plus. My husband was the complete opposite. At one point I even found myself excited to go to the grocery store. I would tell myself to snap out of it, but I couldn’t. Something had me hooked. I don’t know if it was his personality, good looks or something else, but I was hooked. After about a month, we were going through the same routine and as he helped me load everything into the trunk, he asked me if I. "That's great!" she beams at you, obviously none the wiser. Nicely done!She looks as if she's about to say something else, but her head suddenly goes limp, and all you can hear from her is the faint sound of snoring. With the morning pleasantries out of the way, you decide to head into the next room to change into your work clothes before tending to the farm.***When you step outside, you're horrified to find the entire field filled with dead crops. Every last turnip, cucumber, and radish,. No big deal. I just want you to jack off for me! Period. End of story. No other expectations, Okay?"In the end, I hopped into Harold's big SUV, and off we drove to where his apartment was. It was nice apartment. Expensive looking. Second from the top floor, too, with a nice view of the city below. The guy obviously had a lot of money!He didn't rush me. We first sat in his large and lavish living area and talked; but after a while, he got around to the true reason we were setting there!"So? How.