Please don’t be mad at me.” She remained silent and when he got to the bottom of the ladder he looked through the open barn door and watched her r...unning to her house. He was very depressed as he slowly walked toward his house through the corn, no longer caring if he ever got home. He spent the rest of the morning sitting at the creek then slowly continued walking towards his house thinking about Becky until it was time to milk the cows. That night when he went to bed he couldn’t get the day’s. After I was done dressing, I went to my mother and begged her to let me go back to my old clothes, but what she told me next was to put it mildly a shock."Honey, I'm sorry but we gave all of those clothes to Goodwill last month."I was devastated. "But why would you do that?" I asked starting to cry, something I couldn't help doing a lot of lately.She looked me up and down, took me over to the couch and told sit me down while she maneuvered the full-length mirror where I could see myself. "We sure had a great time in St. Louis last year."Cindy and I had met Leroy at a beautiful downtown hotel in St. Louis the year before and been treated to a night with him and four of his friends. It was the third such encounter had arranged for us. Like all the others it had been an experience of the most intense sexual pleasure imaginable. "I remember it well, Leroy. It sure was fun! I'd sure like to party again soon, and I know Cindy would too."To my enormous satisfaction, my wife had taken. “You see, I told you to run into the pool and you did. I can make you do all sorts of things. Greg, get out of the pool.” With that Greg swam over to the side and hauled himself up. “Get naked and dive back into the pool.”“Dude, I am not going to do that, this is stupid,” the kid said as his t-shirt hit the deck and he began taking off his swimming shorts. Greg looked down and around. His clothes were on the floor, he had taken them off. He then walked over and jumped back in the pool. He.