Simmons Farm Equipment was about three miles outside of town. Most of the farms in the area had been sold off to developers. Ranch houses dotted the l...andscape where corn used to grow. Everything about the place indicated that it was past its prime. It needed paint and new signs. The parking lot was in worse shape than the buildings. Even the windows needed washing. As dismal as it was, it was my last chance.Earl Simmons was well over sixty and quite overweight. He sat behind his desk like Santa. Please harder make me cum like you did the first night. Oh my god daddy yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssss." I feel her pussy tightening on my finger and oh wow how it squeezed my finger so hard. My cock is not at the point of almost no return when i say "Michelle have you ever sucked a cock"."Not a real one daddy but Beth has a play one she stole from her mom that we played with and tried." she moans."Well put your mouth on my cock and show daddy what you learned". Her body practically flies. The girl was stick-thin, with a perfect face - cheekbones that a model would have killed for, surrounded by long and curly black hair. Though she was conservatively dressed, the large bartender could imagine exactly what she'd look like unclothed; like a pixie, lithe and graceful, slender without ever being bony.The room was empty - the Friday night crowd wouldn't start drifting in for another hour or so, but though Kent could tell that the angry girl wasn't here for a drink, he asked her. Emma sat on one side of me and Sally sat on the other. Tilly made certain that she seated across from me. Our conversation through the meal was about what had brought on our reception. Emma started to explain it to me, while I worked on the roast beef and gravy that my Betty had whipped up for our meal."It came upon us slowly," Emma said thoughtfully. "It was like the realization that something was missing in our lives. We were all affected by it." Rebecca told us," Sally interjected after.