We lived on a farm in South Dakota and my dad had hired a man to help ot, he received room and board plus a small weekly salary. I don't have any idea...how old he was but I think probably late 20's or early 30's. We lived in a two story house with bedrooms for us 4 youngsters upstairs in 2 bedrooms, boys in one and girls in another, just down the hall was Art's bedroom. My parents and baby sister was downstairs. Art and I usually worked in the fields and barn together and became good friends.. “I think you need a shower sweetheart” I said “we can talk later”. She waddled off, holding the cum soaked towel between her legs. She was gone for about 15 minutes before she came back wearing a bathrobe. I was sitting in a lounge chair and she knelt in front of me. “Please don’t be upset with me darling” she said softly “I just felt I wanted to try it. Let me do something for you. Let me suck your cock to show nothing has changed”. But of course things had changed. I had seen my wife engage. ..Maja araha tha or vo shant hui.Me ra to rod ke mafik khada ho gaya tha.Fir mene kapade nikale. Or mera land usko salanmi de rahatha vo land dekha ke dar gayi mana kar ne lagi. Me ne. Ek ungli uski chut me dal ke andar bahar kar raha tha.Usko mene mera land pakada diya. Vo mere land ko sehala je lagi. Menene is bich me do ungli dali vo chilla padi lekin anadar gusa di. Or ungali se chod raha tha.Fir jam vo jyada exite hui to mene ungali nikal di. Vo muje kehane lagi ke karo na plz karo na.To. I'm not a regular visitor to The Highway, as it's known among those who are much more involved in it than I am. In fact, this is only my third, and probably last, visit. There are just too many other things in this world yet unvisited for me to keep returning to any one place.As such, I'm not accepted as one of the regulars. Regulars are people who use all their spare time and money to keep returning here time after time. Some actually seem to live here. I don't speak their colloquial shorthand.