"Where are you going, sweetie?" Max asked groggily while wrapping his arms around Lexi and holding him tight."I was going to get up and dress, Daddy."...Lexi answered."Why?" Max asked and licked Lexi's neck from shoulder to ear."I have to get home." Lexi replied."I'm not finished with you, baby." Max said and gently bit Lexi's earlobe and then licked all around and inside his ear."I have to go to work tomorrow." Lexi pleaded as he felt his cock beginning to grow from Max's attentions."You'll call. I felt this was an easy call. After all, it was Gabriella that had changed her mind about moving out. (True, she had had some prompting from me but I failed to see that that had anything to do with it.) ‘Connie ought to have the room,’ I pronounced. Fran did not reply, at least not to me. ‘O Gabby,’ I heard her call in her sweetest butter-wouldn’t-melt voice. ‘Could you come to the phone a moment please?’ This was followed by the sound of approaching footsteps and Fran’s voice announcing my. Clarence was a good, hard worker, but he wasn't very bright. The farm had belonged in Florence's family since her great grandparent's had settled it in 1874. Clarence had been a hired hand who worked during harvest season for Florence's father. The two had gotten married right after Florence's father had found out she was expecting a baby, and Clarence was the father. When Florence's parents had died, Clarence and Florence took out a mortgage on the farm in order to buy out Florence's sister's. ”Tom liked the sound of that. “Yeah ok, when and where?”“There's one problem.”“What?”“She doesn't know we are going to have sex with her.”“You mean like rape?”“Yeah.”Tom sat there at his laptop. A cold chill ran through him – not at the thought of what he was going to do but the fact that he found that kind of hot. His hands hesitated over the keyboard as he debated with himself on whether to say yes or no.“OK,” he finally typed.-X-They met up in a bar to discuss how they were going to do it..