"He had brought a box of black heavy duty trash bags, and he opened it, took out a bag, and began to pick up things and put them in the bag."Dad, don'... you want to look around first?" Bobby said. "I mean, maybe there's something worth keeping here." Worth keeping?" his father curled his lip with disdain. "In this trash pit? What could possibly be worth keeping?" He went back to picking up wads of paper, clothing, anything he could reach, and stuffing it all in the trash bag.Bobby looked around. "Tough break, old man," he said, clapping me on the shoulder, and turned to his companion. "Blue, this is Green. Hey, your names go together!" Ken was the only person who called me Green; it came from my middle name. My parents, with an elegant sense of art and sadism, had saddled me with Samuel Giuseppi Grunewald Franklin. My friends called me Sam; I never claimed Ken was one of my friends.The woman by his side looked at me with something that wasn't exactly pity, took my hands in hers. Crestview, her employer, about possible openings for jobs.The next morning, Cletus approached Mr. Crestview as he was leaving for his office and asked if he knew of any jobs, particularly driving a freight wagon, which might be available. Crestview thought for a minute and said that he might; he would see what he could find and talk to Cletus at noon.That noon, Cletus was waiting for Crestview as he came in for lunch. Crestview smiled and motioned Cletus to follow him while he went to wash his. I didn't intend to let Mark and Jacob fuck me, but they kept insisting that I could urge my husband to put in a good word for them. As a joke I told them that I would use my influence if they gave me a good fuck. Before I knew it, the twin football studs were in my bedroom with their huge cocks buried inside of me. I was amazed at their stamina. They both came four times each while my husband was spending the day helping his brother put a new deck on his house. When Bill got home, I casually.