.. about how he set you up and let you take the fall for his drug dealing. Believe me, darling, you aren't the first to tell such a story. And I'm afr...aid you won't be the last."I'm not saying that all men are assholes–there are a few good men still left. But there are a lot more that are lying, cheating, two-timing pricks!" she said.Then Roxie did something that totally caught Jennifer off-guard... she knelt down beside the young girl laying on her back on the bed. She tenderly moved a lock of. Bradford and she lived here. I asked if she lived by herself and she looked a little sad and answered that she had for the last eight years since her husband had died - just her and the black cat, Oliver. She asked if I would like to pet Oliver and when I did, he purred and rubbed against my ankles. I liked him immediately. Finally I thanked her again and started to leave. She asked me to come back next Halloween and I promised I would. Then I headed back to the car.Next year when Halloween. By the time I was in college, I had gotten to know the farm owner next to us, John. He was a hard-working but easy mannered man in his late forties. It also didn’t hurt, that in high school I had often spent weekends helping him out when he was short-staffed.As a form of appreciation, he had given me permission to use his land whenever I wanted. He knew I went loved to hike, and even told me about a few spots I should check out on the back edge of his farm. This was a really big privilege where. I felt his hot, sticky goo in mybowels and had to resist the urge to poop. Waves of pleasure slammedinto me and left me for dead.I adored giving Charlie such pleasure. He was happier than I had everseen him. And his eyes sparkled with love for me.When his cock dribbled form my anus, Charlie's cock sparkled with cumand flecks of my poop. But that didn't stop me from giving my loverthe first blowjob either of us had experienced.I felt as if my life to that point had been prelude. I was.