She took a breath and deep throated him again. He felt her jaw move and then her tongue darted out and licked his balls. He felt his cum boil and the pressure rise. He tapped her shoulder, unable to speak, to let her know he was about to cum. She rose up on his cock until his cockhead rested on her tongue. Then she darted her tongue into the opening of his cock. His eyes shot open, and he ejaculated into her mouth. He shot three times into her eager mouth. She made pleased sounds and swallowed it all. She licked his cock until it deflated and then kissed it.

Daniel was done. He had nothing left in him and he said so to her.

She chuckled and straddled his lap. He could feel the wetness of her pussy on his cock. She kissed him and shared the taste of his cum.

"That's okay. I know where you live. Go recharge. First, I finish this bandaging.”

Daniel barely heard what she had said. It was only a couple of hours later, walking home, he recalled her words. He stopped on the road.

“I know where you Live?"

TWO WEEKS LATER, Daniel was out weeding his fields. He pulled weeds and threw them into a basket strapped to his back. He was on his fifth row when he heard a woman's voice he recognised at once call out from his farmhouse. He grinned.

He walked out through the rows and held a hand up against the glare of the sun. Standing on his porch were two women: Amy and Jasmine.

He waved to them, and they waved back. They were standing together with their hands held.

He emptied his basket into his pile of pulled weeds and dropped the basket. He couldn't help himself, so he pulled his sweat-soaked shirt off his back. He could see the smiles from the girls from where he was. He walked over to them and stood in front of them. They wore summer dresses with wide summer hats on their heads. Amy Looked fantastic and so did Jasmine.

He stepped up to Amy and gave her a quick kiss. She had to hold her hat to her head. He turned to Jasmine and kissed the pout on her face. She slapped his chest, and his sweat made a wet sound.

"Eww!" she said. "Too much sweat."

"I dunno," said Amy. “Looks good for a dirty farm boy. Your bite marks healed up nicely." Jasmine shot her a look.

Daniel ran a finger over where the bite marks had been. Faint scars marked the spots. The wounds had healed up miraculously the next day.

Daniel had forgotten about them until Amy had mentioned them. Daniel laughed and went over to the well and drew up a bucket. He doused it over his head and shook his hair. He looked at the girls and loved the look of awe on their faces.

“Okay, ladies. What's up?"

Jasmine looked at Amy for strength and when she nodded, she let go of Amy's hand and came over and took both of Daniel's in hers. “Amy told me that you might be able to put me up? Not for long. Just until I figure out what to do with myself?"

Daniel could see the worry in her eyes. “What happened?

"The bathhouse fired me. The whole place heard me with you. It didn't take long for word to spread in Acron. Women are spitting at me now and calling me a whore. It's not my home anymore."

Daniel felt the guilt. This was his fault, and he knew it. "I'm so sorry. Of course, you can stay here. For as long as you like. I've already made a room for you."

"You did? Why? How'd you know?"

"Amy seemed to think you would need it. I could tell from the expression on her face. You have a home here, Jasmine. I'll never kick you out. You stay until you figure something out."

Daniel could see the worry leave her face. She squealed and threw herself into his arms and hugged him. He picked her up off the ground and held her tight. “Thank you," she whispered into his ear.

“I'll make up for this, I promise."