The Benson Farm 2
The day after I fucked Mrs. Benson, was the weirdest day of my life. I did not know how to act. I knew I could not act any different or there would be suspicions. I had to get Heather back on my good side. It was Thursday, and whatever happened on Sunday’s, I wanted her to know that I was fond of her and very appreciative for everything she had done for me. After gathering the eggs and milk, I walked to the farmhouse to give the products to the ladies. When I walked in, only Trudy and Heather were in the kitchen. I placed the products on the table and waited for Heather to turn around. She finally turned her head in my direction. “Good Morning,” I said with a smile. “Morning,” was her …