I just lay there on my side looking at my sleeping beauty with a difference, up and down, all over her sexy body. I stroked my hard cock as I examined... every inch of her. After about ten minutes I felt sure that she was sleeping. I leaned over and rubbed a hand slightly over one breast then the other, letting my palm softly graze against the stiff nipples. I touched her forehead and hair and pressed my lips softly to hers. I ran my hand softly from the bottom of her neck along the front of her. Now I decided not to visit the farm and better stay at home since it was cool. The monsoon disappeared next day and again the temperature began to rise. So I had to visit the farm in order to escape the heat. Manoharrao came next day and he picked me. As usual we reached at 11 am. I saw that farm –1 was being ploughed and getting ready for sowing. Now instead of chatting and sleeping I decided to see the banana tress and do some work there. I took Lunch with the workers and decided to help them. She was a sweet woman, asked me to come by later for cookies. A week later I kept thinking about Mrs. Silva and her offer, I laid in bed stroking my thick cock just thinking about getting on top of her and plowing her wet pussy deep and long. I was now walking Hobbie (my dog) every day in hopes of catching Mrs. Silva outside. She hardly ever left the house, later I found out she was always in backyard doing work. I told my mom a new neighbor had moved in. My mom said she met Mrs. Silva the. Apparently I had beendating an idiot.I started to say something, but I froze up when James picked up his paceand began to grunt. A few seconds later, I felt a wet puddle soakingthrough my gown.What's do you say when your boyfriend would rather jerk off into yourlingerie than make love to the real-life woman laying in bed next tohim? I couldn't decide if I was angry about it, or maybe just a littlebit turned on.I decided to break the silence after James' breathing had finally calmeddown. "What.