” “ Are you sure you don't want to own me?” “ No, I don't want to own you. I just want to be happy and I think I can make you happy. I love ...working with my hands and like I said, this place reminds me of the farm where I grew up.” “ Interesting proposition,” Sarah said and put her arms around him and kissed him. “I think you will be a good man to have around. Let's go upstairs, farmer, and show each other some appreciation.” “ Cool story. A happy ending.” Angelo said. “ Most of my. Suddenly there was a loud bagging on the site office door and everyone froze.Rick looked at Darren in shock and slowly moved to the door. He was even more shocked when he opened it and he didn’t know what to do. “What the hell are you doing here?” he said.It was Jenny, his wife.“I came to see if you were alright because you normally call if you’re going to be late home. I got in the gate with your spare key and then I heard someone screaming so I came running.”Rick didn’t know what to do but he. She had more boobs andbooty, more provocative displays of skin, and a sweet, dizzy openness,that made her seem an easy score. Lisette, on the other hand, would be the one women would think the mostbeautiful. Their taste is more influenced by the ideal of the fashionmodel than the bouncing bikini babe. Plus, her sexy outfits were balancedby sophistication that might possibly keep women from whispering "slut"behind her back. At 5'9", with slightly boyish svelteness and amazingposture, carriage. A closeted bi dude looking for a little discrete and occasional kinky fun. His name was Bernard, a widowed black man in his mid-50's living with his teenage daughter. He is a choreographer at the local art academy in his town. He is tall, with long dread hair pulled back and a smoothly shaven hairless ripped body so chiseled that every muscle are just picture perfect. Then there was his ebony Adonis of a cut cock! Long, almost as thick as a beer can, full of veins, slight curve to the right, no.