Why Not

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I (32) travel around working here and there and then moving on again. Having flings with local women, nothing serious. Anyway, last year I was working on a fruit farm and doing minor repairs to fencing and buildings before the start of the fruit season. I'm not into fruit picking but will do it nothing else is available. The farm owned by a widow 40 and with her daughter 18 run the farm. I'd a fling with both and that included a couple of threesomes, then I was on my way again. This year I was in the neighborhood again and dropped by on the chance of more work and more loving. I was most welcomed by the women and introduced to my children I'd fathered on my last visit. To say I was shocked would be understating it a bit. I'd gotten both pregnant, not by accident but by design on their part. I wasn't required to marry them but was asked to stay and help out and so I did. Regular meals and a warm bed every night and willing women, what else do you need. I can leave whenever I want, but the urge to travel has lessened it seems. I think I might have found my ideal spot to set down roots, I'll see how it goes.
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2024-09-09
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