"Ever get the impression, Lil ... that your life isn't what you wanted it to be?"I could feel my jaw drop. Joe chuckled a little at my expression and ...he noise warmed me up almost as much as the rye. "Yes, Joe. I get that impression on a daily basis. But you have the farm, isn't that what you wanted? Dad'll retire in a few years and then it will be yours, outright."He nodded. "That's not what I meant. Yeah, I want the farm. It's who I am. I guess what's missing is a girl." To be honest Joe, I. Aziz was a slim guy and was wearing a t-shirt and a lungi. He put on a small stool and squatted in front of mom. As he had folded his lungi, his upper thighs were now visible. Mom’s nightie had also gone up to her thigh level now.Now I realized that mom could have raised it a bit to give a show to Aziz. I could not hear what they were talking about. But it was fishy that Aziz was here in our backyard so early in the morning. She raised her arms to tie up her loose bun, and I could see her bosom. "Moesha nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. I've been saving my ass for this, and I want you to take it."Steve got the necessary lubricant, and was soon thrusting into a moaning Moesha. He came into her just as the device beeped the completion of its mission, and that was Moesha's cue to come herself. Steve diddled her clit to extend her pleasure, then pulled slowly out of her ass, and removed the 'Klingon Dildo' from her vagina.He cleaned himself quickly, then returned to hold Moesha in his arms while she. But eventually, we set off again and climb further up the hill. Still a little wobbly, I lead the way this time and I smile like the Cheshire Cat when you give my bottom a stinging slap.A steep climb and we arrive at our destination. We have not reached the summit of the hill but a dense copse of trees. After the bright sun, the shade is a relief. A tree stump is our table of choice and soon it is covered with a red gingham cloth (my corny idea) followed by champagne glasses and a big bottle of.