The alcohol was no longer clouding Mrs. Phillips. brain, but her unbridled appetite was. The cock in her hand felt different than her husband's. She s...queezed his cock causing a large pearl of precum to appear. She wiped the semen with her finger and spread it over his cock giving her some lubrication, which she used to begin stroking the young rock hard penis. "What's the big deal, it's only a hand job, right?" was the justification that she used to ward off the guilt that fought to stop her. Bob took a little coaxing, and I had to promise to do it too after he took his turn, but eventually Linda got him on his knees in front of me while she knelt beside him. She played with my dick a little, and then put his hand on it and had him stroke it, and she held his hand around the shaft as she sucked the head for a few seconds. Before he had a chance to change his mind, she took it out of her mouth and put it in his and started coaching him on how to suck it properly. He really wasn't. It was true for whoever the person was and it was true for me.That would explain why I had a tiny hay bailer just outside the potting and grooming shed. We threw all the stalks and stems and other cuttings into it, and out came bales of crap for the tea plant. Not only did it make square bales, it also covered them with a plastic netting so nothing fell out of them.I could understand why most growers turned the trimmings under. They were in fifty pound mini bales and were worth $500 per bale at. There, it was done.His mother didn't say a word but, after pausing a few moments to let the reality sink in, pulled him closer. “Do you hate me?” he asked fearfully. She cradled him and kissed his cheek. “Oh, my Daniel, I could never do that to someone I love so much.” He started to breathe again, feeling his mother's warmth and understanding envelop him. However, Daniel needed to ask the question buried deepest in his heart and mind. “Would dad hate me?” he whispered. The question struck his.