Big white barn ... looks like metal. I’ll be waiting.”“South of town ... one road past the Post Office turn left. Second crossroad ... turn righ...t. Big white barn ... looks like metal. Got it. Three four hours?”“Thanks, I owe ya.”I hung up.Mr. Bean Farmer looked at me. I handed him back his black box.“Just like that?”“Just like that.” I agreed. “That’s an interesting phone ... what’s its range?”“Five miles.”“Imagine that.”“Yeah, I’ve been working on a smaller version. It will weigh a pound .... He could have had any girl in our school, and it was just my luck, he wanted the same girl I did. Christy loved him and I could see it in her eyes every time she mentioned his name. When they were together her blue eyes sparkled even more than usual. She was hopelessly in love with him, but there was something about him that I did not trust. I mentioned my mistrust in him once to her, and she got very defensive. From that moment on, I kept my opinion to myself. Even if she was not my. I came hard. I could hear Katie moaning and slurping my Daddy's big cock. He told me to turn around and put my ass in his face. I knew what was coming and I did it eagerly. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks while he licked my tight asshole. I moaned like a whore, and suddenly he stopped. He pushed me off his face and stood up. He bent Katie over the arm of the couch and motioned me to lie down in front of her.She was a trained whore and he didn't have to tell her what to do. She bent over. More time had passed, by now, it was 2016, the foot had healed, I use a walking stick to get about, and other than a slightly uneven wobble in my gait, there is nothing to say I have a problem. Tina has a part time job at a local newsagents, and I have a job at my old firm, as a checker and dispatcher, as I didn’t fancy driving again! It is a well-paid job, but it sadly has the disadvantage of shifts, which could be a pain. Our sex life though has become more of a twice a week duty, than it.