I stowed my stuff in the huge 5-bedroom house, and off we went. Doris reminded me of what to do and how to do it. Measuring the feed sometimes became ... challenge, since Doris had changed quite a bit. If you read the first part of the Doris story, you remember how her breasts had just begun to bud. Well, the buds became more like little bulges.We busied ourselves, and finished the chores in what seemed to be no time. That left us time for fun. Doris took me on a tour of the farm, as some changes. “I’ll go and help in the kitchen," I said, waving the two vacuum flasks of gazpacho I had brought along.Rosalie was in charge of the operation, finishing setting the table while keeping an eye on what was cooking. Dora was chopping vegetables, washing utensils, and polishing wine glasses.The meal went like clockwork as if this was a highly drilled, experienced team. Rosalie’s boyfriend, a thin, bearded Italian called Paolo, sat attentively at her side and attempted to engage in the conversation. Eve informed me that Julie was napping in her room, and that she would be sharing the pool after she wakes up.I was out by the pool, sunning in the nude for about thirty minutes when Julie came out. I quickly discovered that Julie was a very attractive woman the moment I laid eyes on her, a real head-turner. I guessed her age to be somewhere between thirty-five and forty, and she had a killer MILF kind of body; long dark hair that draped over her slender shoulders and down to the center of her. You sure are good at it. No fellow better try anything on you in a dark alley."Martha laughed at his easy manner and saw that he was just being friendly because they were both involved in police work."Please call me Martha, Jimmy, no need to be formal. Fancy a pint at the pub? I need to toast your graduating with honors."He grabbed his workout bag and followed her out to the street. She started to walk off in the direction of the pub but he handed her a helmet from a sleek looking black bike.