‘Get to work, Bex’ said Andy, one of the farm hands. ‘Look lively’ he said ‘That’s Sarah, Pete’s wife on that horse. Don’t let her see...you slacking’. With that I jumped back to it and got to work, but finding it difficult to take the image of Sarah on the horse out of my mind. About half an hour later, I was working busily in the barn – sorting the hay bales with the help of Andy. It was hard work and we were both starting to get really tired. ‘Hey’, said Andy. ‘Don’t tell anyone but I’m off up. "How do they make you feel son? They make me so hot. Right at this minute, my pussy is dripping, getting my panties wet." I removed my right hand and felt inside my panties. My clit was stnding tall and my vagina was oozing sticky lubricating fluids. My fingers were wet when I took them out and reached around his face to wipe my wetness on his upper lip beneath his nose.I could smell my fingers even at that short distance. My son must have felt he must have been inhaling with his face between. All eyes then turned to Tina and she was inspected by one and all with each orifice having a probing finger here or there, her legs opened and various poses made to show off what she had to offer. She was blushing from the attention and also from Dads drink and the amount of fluid that was escaping from her was remarkable. Dad then suggested that we all sit down for a meal and a drink before the festivities started and we all sat out our respective places around the dinner table making. If the number of hits on You Tube and My Space were an indicator, she was already an international star. That first album was a guaranteed success. The competing money on the table for her was mind boggling, but it was only the start. Grace Lane—Superstar! Fame and fortune was just around the corner. Her idea for the additional two ankle tattoos was to emphasise she was the best angel of all. Not yet, okay. But soon she would be. The side benefit was seeing old Sam again. Despite moving in her.