We treated the grain – which we later confirmed was the cous-cous – like we would rice with a curry at home, with Jen playing ‘Mother’ and giv...ng us all a good heap on the plate. Then Sheila dipped the ladle into the stew and stirred it up a bit before distributing it.We reckoned it was a mutton stew; the meat was on short sections of what looked like sawn-through leg bones, and it had a stronger taste than just lamb. It was actually delicious, and the cous-cous stuff soaked up the gravy very. My cock wanted to rise to attention when I began to wonder if she were wearing any underwear at all, but I kept pushing it back down. After a few minutes, I couldn't stand it anymore and I had to go out to where she was. I used the horse as an excuse, and stood next to her as she leaned over brushing the horse's lower half. I ran my hand down the horse's side. "You're doing a good job," I told her. "Thanks," she replied, looking up at me with a smile. Her top was loose and hanging down. At that. I could smell the weed and I was out, so I was hoping, at least, she would let me take a hit or two.She looked up a bit startled, surely thinking that our mother had arrived home and had walked in on her smoking. She was slouched in bed, wearing a tight white tank top that clung to her 34a sized breasts, and a pair of horizontally striped rainbow panties, that clung to her hips and right against her mound, but no apparent cameltoe. She had her thighs pressed together and quickly put the bong. I entered the room wearing a simple robe overs my bra and panties, but he instructed me to remove these as well as the robe and to lie face down on the table completely naked.“Tonight is specially for you, my darling Erika,” he said, “and by its end you will have experienced many new and exciting sensations. It is my wish that you will enjoy many climaxes, each more piercing and perfect than the one before, until you are no longer aware of your surroundings and know only the consuming power of.