Hayden didn’t get drafted because he was a farm boy and was classified as II-C, an agricultural worker. It wasn’t a false claim. His father had de...ended on him since he was old enough to drive a tractor. Most days—at least during spring to fall—he worked on the farm from sunrise till sundown. Those were long days during the summer. I managed to get a job at the nearby Methodist Church as a secretary. It was only part-time, but I saved every penny I could. When Hayden asked me to marry him, I. When he ceased I slowly collapsed to the ground in a mass of pleasure. He asked me if I liked it."God fucking yes I did." As I looked up to respond I could see his pants were already off and his wonderful cock was standing at the ready to recieve its much deserved attention. I made my way over a kneeled on the pile of boy clothes I had left there earlier. I welcomed his cock into my mouth by kissing the eye, backing up and licking from the base of his balls all the way up to the top before. Now this surprised me and somehow I became even more horny, if that was possible, my hard 7” cock seemed to be getting harder as we talked about jerking off and being normal about trying to see naked girls too. As my mom talked, I felt more at ease, although no less horny, and she told me that I needed to be much more careful about peeking at girls, especially my cousins. Then she surprised me by asking if I ever tried to peek at her or my sister. I admitted that I tried peeking at my sister,. My father winked at me as he rubbed my mother's shoulders. My mom saw me and said "Oh honey, I'm glad you're up. Omar called this morning. He wants to talk to you." My mind went blank for a moment, Omar? Then a light-bulb went off, Omar was one of the guys from my mother's orgy. I smiled, and relished the thought of fucking him again. "I'll give him a call." I told her. I looked at my father, his face fell a little, and then he narrowed his eyes, and followed me into the kitchen. "Beth. What.