Even the older kids pitched in to help after school. I also saw most of the day laborers that Connor had hired during the height of the construction. ...By dinner, we had finished picking what was ripe today, and shipped four semi-trailers full of tomatoes and one of strawberries. I was tired, but definitely felt like a farmer again.ThursdayThe dogs enjoyed their romp again this morning. Charlotte showed up to take me to the study, but I protested due to her age. “I’ve been used and abused for two. I turned to Brittany.“So you are a freshman?”“Yes, we just moved to Savannah from Nashville this summer. My husband’s job brought us here.” The girl’s mother answered for her and Brittany blushed. She was just too adorable. “So your name is Gwen? Gwen what if I may ask?”“Mother! This is Gwen Broughton of the Savannah Broughtons. The family that Broughton Street is named after.”The mother finely stuck out her hand and I shook it, “Oh well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, young lady.”“Same.” . I can picture her cursing at me as she stomps into the bathroom.I can't deny the thought turns me on, but I don't like the idea of upsetting her. Perhaps it would turn her on? I imagine her being so wrapped up in her rising pleasure that she can't or doesn't want to stop me. I imagine her reaction as she realizes I'm about to cum and I'm not pulling out. She would protest weakly, "No... wait... don't cum inside... oh god... don't cum in me... oh fuck... oh that feels good." Her legs would be. So I got in my car and enjoyed the drive down on this cool April night. I joined the cars in the multiple lines that had been set up to allow postal workers to take your return. I passed the time enjoying the glances of the men who were to my right and left and soon was at handing my envelope to an older postman who enjoyed his peek at my short skirt and legs. I started to drive off when someone approached my car and asked me to pull over to the side of the road. I recognized him to be my first.