Yes!" I'd replied."Hmmm! Just a little? Are you sure darling? Are you sure this," again she squeezed me, "is more because you quite like the idea of h...s hands all over my body?"She'd paused for a time, letting what she'd said sink in. She stroked at my cock once more."Would you have liked to have been there darling? Watching him unbutton my blouse. Watching as his fingers petted my breasts?"She kissed me on the lips as her words brought my vision back to life. "Admit it darling! You'd have. The harder her nipple got, the closer her hand moved to my crotch. Eventually she began unbuckling my belt, but it was awkward and I had to stop her so we wouldn't wreck.All of a sudden I heard a horn honk that took my mind away from what we were doing and I realized I was driving like 20 miles and hour while swerving a bit with a couple cars behind us who's drivers were obviously upset with the way I was driving.I decided to pull over into a rest area that is used for fishing access to park. Most of my wages went to paying off the loan I had taken from the bank, to keep from losing my farm. All I could do was wait till the land could grow my wheat crop again. A neighbor sent me a letter, telling me that my wife, and the banker that she had run off with, had declared me presumed dead in a mining disaster. The bank had repossessed my farm and put it up for sale. Citing, nonpayment of the loan to steal my farm. My journey from Minnesota to Nebraska, to get my farm back, started with. The cleaner had this palm on my back and still stroking me gently. I wanted to tell him to stop but I had no courage to even say that.The cleaner then took a bucket and started filling it with water. I sat there waiting for the stomach pain to subside.He poured the water all over the wash basin to clean my puke. I felt sad for him. He took and cloth and started wiping the vomit. I thought of actually helping him. But decided against it. I sat there ashamed of my actions. Within minutes he made.