I see that I entrusted my tale to the right journalist.As for how to refer to me, alas, I will have to maintain my anonymity. I am Mr. 23b7d5i, but I�...��m not a very formal guy. I answer to 23. It’s too bad that I must keep my distance. I’m a big fan of yours. Sadly, I’ll just have to admire you from afar.That’s not to say that I won’t write again in the future. I happen to have access to other information about Mr. Cox. Some of it is just as juicy as the story about the liquor stores.Jake went. I knew these diesel engines start by a battery and starter, and not a pony-motor like the Cat. I figured everything out pretty quick, got it started, then put it in second gear. There was a patch of dead grass and weeds over near the shed and I put the PTO in gear, then drove over to lower the pull-behind stalk cutter, mounted on two wheels. I made three passes, and damn, does this thing make hash out of weeds and grass. There were a few cotton stalks still standing in the corner of the field. I wanted to see how she would react to this. I walked up behind her and grabbed a big handful of ass and rubbed my hand down her thigh. She was wearing some extremely short shorts, yes jean daisydukes pretty much. She freaked at first and then realized it was me and then she was ok. I continued to give the little gestures of getting her excited.. the usual. My arm around her hip would slide down her thigh with a little pressure. She started to warm up a bit. We met back up with her mom and. I'm getting naked -- are the curtains closed?" Gimme a sec." So I'm farting with her curtains, halfway across the room, when I realized she could just undo the tie on that mask ... She didn't though. Problem was, I just wasn't alert -- my subconscious trusted her even though the conscious part of me didn't. I was getting sloppy -- did I WANT to get caught? But she was naked when I finished and the mask was still in place and I went over to get me some woman.There comes a time when you know.