The Duffield farm, of some 120 acres, is located in West Miller’s Cove some three plus miles from Walland.We appeared in the front yard of another f...rm a second after Max cast the transfer spell. The large farmhouse there was partly surrounded by trees, and there were equipment sheds and a barn off to the side of the house and behind it. The house was located some 150 feet from the road, which we later learned was West Millers Grove Road. We had only been standing there on the lawn for a few. We all sat on the sofa, me in the middle and made small talk for a while when Trish unbuttoned a button on her blouse, then reached across me and undid one of Francie's also. On the way back to hers, she paused and briskly rubbed my crotch. I was completely embarrassed and turned every shade of red there is, and watched first one, then the other, as they unbuttoned their blouses. Trish pulled my head down to kiss her breast right where her tit emerges from her bright white bra. Without a word,. I looked over to her and said, “You keep that up and you may not get a chance to go inside before I fuck you.” Taking the bottle of tanning oil and pouring some in her hand she said, “Maybe I don’t want to go inside. Maybe I want you to fuck me right here.” When she said that, my cock jumped to attention. I got up, went to her chair and sat down on the side. I started rubbing the oil on her beautiful perky tits. While I rubbed them, her hand had made it up the leg of my shorts and she had her. You're using an old blue shirt since your only uniform shirt was torn in pieces while you ran after a criminal you never caught and the department couldn't spare any other pieces for you. This shirt is rather tight and short, reaching only the brim of your blue jeans and hugging your body tightly. Your pants are not the best for your line of activities, since they're just as tight as your top, showing every curve of your legs and round ass, but they're comfortable, and that's good enough for.