"Why are you standing in a cornfield?"

Fair question. I didn't mention that I'd risen from my knees before accepting the video call. 

"Must be a hundred and ten degrees there. And you are sweating like the proverbial pig. Is everything okay?"

Another fair question, though it was probably not a click above a hundred in the shade where the ten-foot-high stalks stood tall and just inches apart in their tidy rows.

Admittedly, the dense forest of silage corn was nearly as humid as a rainforest.

And yes, things were so very much okay. Undoubtedly, there were at least a few beads of perspiration mixed in with my lovers' juices that drenched my face, but now seemed like not quite the right time to explain that.

"Will you be home in time for dinner?"

The trio of logical questions being complete, and the aching of my cock taking firm control of my thoughts, I affirmed my love and closed my eyes, ready to accept my reward for a job well done.