" *Dying of laughter here* What did your mom say to that?" She said she'd rather have an industrial size combine do the weeding then me that day. She ...hought more of her plants would survive the encounter." Your mom was probably right." Krissy." What??" You wanted to know my name. It's Krissy." Hi Krissy. I'm Karl." Hi Karl. You know, we've never really asked about each other. You seem to be a nice guy." Gee, thanks. Nice guys never get any dates. Girls want the bad guys." Not all of us." I can. He invited me in, the house was neat and cool and he offered me a cool drink which I accepted as a bottle of Coke. As I started to unpack the presentation material he said “let's get my wife involved” and he told me to leave everything in the living room and to follow him. We walked back to the bedroom where his wife, who also looked like she had just come out of the shower and was in a wet towel that covered most of her body but her clearly out lined erect nipples were very visible through the. Her head bobbed up and down along the massive shaft and her tongue rubbed the sensitive spot under the head. Masood felt her tight lips jacking off his member and his cockhead rubbing against the back of her mouth. It felt wonderful. After a couple minutes, she pulled off, I want that cock in my pussy now. I want to be fucked by it, fucked hard. Lets go to my bed. She held him by the cock and he followed her to her bedroom. She lay on her back on her bed. Masood leaned over and nursed on her. I'd moved into an old farm where I'd told them that it had very little land but in fact it had two hundred and fifty acres. That didn't make me a farmer, just a landowner. I was renting it out to the real farmers who lived around me at little more than the cost of administering the deal. I'd always wanted a Porsche 911 so I'd bought a second hand black convertible. Yes I know I could afford a new one but when I bought it I still hadn't got totally used to having that amount of money available.