He was still closer to Jennifer than he wasto his own daughters. They understood each other without being judgmental. Operation Mason, Operation Mason.... . . , he repeated to himself as he turnedback to the computer on the table behind his large, cluttered desk. After afew mouse clicks he was scrolling through the appointments in his electroniccalendar. Nothing stood out on today's schedule. He moved to Wednesday. Whoa!he breathed. There it was. For Wednesday, 4 August, at 8:00 a.m. First. “Just tell me.”“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. As hard as you can.”He did. His cock thrust in and out of my cunt, hitting my cervix most of the time. It hurt a little, but I enjoyed it, at least at the time. I loved the pressure of his cock in my cunt as he pounded me. I thought I might cum, but he came first.Tony spurted into me. His hips jerked and he pressed himself deep inside. He flooded me with cum and finally just fell onto his elbows.“Wow, that was great,” he said.“Yes, it was,” I. “Knee-high by the Fourth of July” is an old saw, but with fast-growing hybrids, fertilizer, and fair weather, the farmers around here would have been worried if the corn was only up to their knees this week. The sharp bladed leaves of the plants scraped and cut along our jeans and unprotected arms as we made our way through rows of corn that Melody could barely see over. They hadn’t believed me when I told them that at night they could lie in a cornfield and listen to it growing. Not until we. ’ Both males were considerably half naked, both only wearing pants and boxers. Vincent scooped up his bag and moved, walking quickly out of the room and up the stairs. Lex and Krys sat at the table, talking quietly amongst themselves. Vincent walked to the door and pulled his socks and boots on, taking off out the door as soon as he opened it. ‘Nathan! Get up here! He’s escaped again!’ Krys Lex the two watching Nathan skip steps as he ran up the stairs and took off after Vincent, soon following.