‘I’m not married or engaged and my mother died ten years ago – that’s why I lived with Grandfather. As far as I know, I haven’t any other fa...ily but I think this will work! But what am I to do with you after we get to the farm? You can’t just stay there.’ ‘Do you have a barn? I could stay there until the place sells and then be on my way. I have nowhere I need to be and a rest would do me good. I can help out around the place, help you get ready to sell and then leave to ‘go home’ when you’re. We both looked at each other's sons and then our own for a few seconds each. Neither of them spoke either, and they seemed to join in on the game."Hey, no phones here, buster," Sandra objected, gently slapping Will's hand."Babe, it's work," he whispered before he answered it.Sandra grinned, but I sighed because we knew what was coming. Although, we peeked at each other again, and licked our lips too. We took the opportunity to glance at each other's sons again.I viewed Pete eating his burger. With one hand behind her neck, holding, kissing, I put two fingers into her gently after she sucked on them and lifting slowly, repeating while I leaned in, toyed with her sensitive wants. “I’m fixed you know, or did I tell you that before?” In the midst of her passion she acknowledged with a curious- anxious-utterly enthralled look. “I’m not fertile and haven’t been for a long time. No worries.” I couldn’t remember if she already knew that but at the moment was not particularly interested.I. Looking up at your face, I see only a silhouette framed against the half-moon. The outline of your hair is visible as it rests upon your shoulders.However, I can hear your breathing, which has quickened, and I can smell your scent, a mixture of the soap you use, the perfume you wear, and the musky center of your womanhood before me and on my lips. For a moment, my senses are overwhelmed by your presence. Raising my head, I again focus on your clitoris by stroking it with my tongue. After.