I was at home around 7pm on night when the phone rang. I answered it and Pam was on the line. I asked her how she got my number, and wondered why she ...was calling me? She said she decided to take a drive, give me a call, and see what I was up to. I asked where she was, and found out she was only about 10 minutes away. Knowing her personality, I didn’t want her coming to the house, so I drove to meet her. I had her follow me to a deserted gravel bank and I got in her car. We had some small talk. . 'He'd been on the Cutbert farm for three days, now, and he already felt he knew all there was to know about the place and the low-class morons who lived here. The two 'wives' were obviously limited mentally, spending their days doing chores and their free time planning and executing various ways to waylay Roland while he went about his daily tasks. Of course, Roland didn't mind; a quick roll in the grass with a sexy blond bimbo or two took his mind off his heavy chores for the few minutes it. I knocked on Mr. Tanner’s door. He opened the door slowly, “Welcome Tara, I’m so glad you decided to come over again. You look beautiful. I love your shirt. I’m glad you took my direction.” He took my hand and led me into the house. He turned and moved really close and leaned in to kiss me, licking my lips and pushing his tongue into my mouth, running his hand along my shoulder, down my breast to my torso. “Tell me Tara, how do you feel, wearing something that shows your beautiful body?” “I. I instantly presume that he is the bullshitter type that i sometimes meet on the web, they have no intention to show themself ever. I start to look for someone else already in regret that i even spent time chatting with him. He then writes to me that am i available tomorrow night to cam. Could be, i say, but im really horny today. Can i hold it for one more day for him he asks. Of course i can, but why should i? Maybe... I type, he gets my attention. What are you wearing? He asks me briefly and.