The widows had a bountiful harvest and I bought vegetables up. We dried a lot of beans and stored them in the crib.I alternated nights with Judith and...Becky. Becky was sweetness and love. Judith was athletic passion. I really loved Becky. The day before I left, I had Judith in the afternoon, but Becky spent the night with me, even though it was Judith's night. Mary and I never have sex.Becky said, "Promise me you will be careful and come back." Promise me you will keep the Henry with you all. “I . . . think we should replicate the video,” I said, feeling my cock throbbing and stretching the fabric of my boxers.She quickly hopped up and gave me a deep kiss that I was too naïve to know how to properly return.“Yes, baby,” she said. “You deserve it, you deserve me.”Like in the video, her green eyes looked up while she unveiled the cock in front of her. The difference this time was that I wasn’t just some male performer, I was her sixteen-year-old son who was about to lose his virginity. We had our first real talk. Not just about hiding from the real world, but about ourselves and how we saw things. The moment was very sweet to me because Ray told me that we had a problem. He'd started out telling people that I was his old lady to protect me. He knew that I was a virgin and didn't want anyone to force me into something I wasn't ready for. But his feelings for me had grown. He'd pretty much gone the whole time that we'd been together without having sex because he didn't want to. She tried to quiet her breathing and listened. You have no control right now. This is mine right now. His hand gave her ass another quick but somewhat light slap, making her jerk and giving her no question about what this was. These are mine. His hands slid under her, to where her breasts lay on the soft sheets. She moaned involuntarily when his fingers grasped her nipples–when had they gotten so hard?–and twirled them between finger and thumb. Your pretty little mouth is mine. He brushed her.