Jen re-appeared from the utility room with a couple of white fluffy towels and threw me one, using the other to dry her hair and wipe the sweat and ra...n from her body. Thanking her, I did the same, bending my head down to get to the back of my head. Then I froze again. Looking down I could see my stocking encased feet poking out from the bottom of my jeans. Shit. What to do. I decided to act natural. Or at least whatever passes as natural for a shy nineteen-year-old about to be exposed as a. "Security is tight," Rick said."That's security?" Helen asked."Look up above the doors. In the window," Rick added."Oh," Helen noted seeing the man looking down from a small window as sheadded, "That's three." Four," Rick said as he added, "Another on the roof over to the right." Good lord," Helen said as she added, "Who's she expecting?" Not expecting so much as protecting. Most likely all the big wigs thatdon't want to be disturbed coming into her place," Rick said."Hi," The large man said. He tried rewrapping the towel over his jutting hard on, but couldn't get it to stay. Finally, he simply pulled the entire towel from underneath him and d****d it over his standing cock as best he could."Okay," he said finally, laying back and leaving the towel tenting up over his now rock-hard cock.Tracy turned around. She had expected some degree of arousal, but was a little surprised to see the imposing bulge twitching under the towel. She did her best to be professional and tucked his towel. ”“There’ll be no no flakes of dirt, or clods at all, in the soil types you have out there. You pull these plows through the field at least five to six miles per hour.”“Bring them out. I want the four you have, plus the other two, if you can get your hands on them. I just closed the deal on the Lunsford Farm today and that’s another six hundred and forty acres of cotton, plus six hundred and forty of corn and/or grain sorghum combined.”“You’ll be proud of these plows, and they’re made by John.