I don't know what was going on under the water by Vanessa, but it looked like she had Brad's full attention and he had forgotten about me. After a few...minutes massaging and gripping uncle Steve's swollen dick, my hand worked its way up the baggy leg of his swim trunk, and I finally made direct contact with the real thing! It did not disappoint. My fingers were not long enough to reach all the way around his girth. I loosened my grip a bit, and using the warm water as lubricant, slowly stroked. I wanted to say something back but I couldn’t bring myself do it, nothing I could think of seemed appropriate or even sexual. So, knowing I wouldn’t say anything anytime soon, she lay down on the sofa and spread her legs. I got on top of her, now with another erection, but instead of taking off her panties and fucking her then I leaned over and ran a hand over her breasts. They were perfectly spherical, her nipples were hard, and I fondled the left one gently between my finger and thumb. I bent. The rest of Wayne’s day was quiet. Several people came up just to shoot the breeze, nothing important. At midday, he went over to Mama Rosas kiosk. Mama Rosa specialized in old-style southwestern food. She had handmade tortillas, three kinds of fresh salsa, one mild one hot and a third that only the brave ordered. She usually had a posole that Wayne enjoyed. And on Sundays, she would have Menudo. But she always complained that she couldn’t get good tripe and wouldn’t call it Menudo. Today Wayne. "I went back to work with the three kids and we finished off the heifers. It was just about eight when we got to the big boys. I made sure everything was set up and walked to the pen. That big bull just came up to me, and I fed him a carrot. He looked it over, wrapped his tongue around it and swallowed it. I took another and let him see it, and walked to the ramp. The boys pulled out the bars, he took the second carrot, and trotted up into the car. I parcelled out the carrots and the young.