"The forthright will ask for permission, at some point -- but not always, 'cause we're shy, too. Eventually, we'll get brave enough to do anything you...don't object to."But I wasn't done! "On to clothing!" I announced. "May I?" The woman nodded, and I felt her up, unashamedly. She was wearing jeans and a white blouse which buttoned down the front -- gaping a bit. I reached in, watching her, and ran my hand over her bra. "Okay," I began, "some poor choices. Jeans suck. You can't get out of them -. An Indigena, probably of Mayan descent."Oh, I'm sorry," I exclaimed, embarrassed.She didn't move a muscle, she just fixed her gaze on me, smiling slightly, and continued emptying her bladder. "You must be the new WWOOFer," she said."Uh, yeah," I stammered, not knowing where to look.She stood up, buttoning her shorts. "It's good to give a gift of your water to the trees. I'm Maruja." She cast her eyes up and down my body, appraising me. "Hmmm," she murmured, gripping my upper arm. "Fuerte, no?". I wasn’t surprised to see that she was naked underneath. Considering her age her body looked wonderful. I briefly expressed a silent wish to be in such good shape at her age.I did notice that her breasts were not as perky as mine but her large nipples were already pointing straight ahead.Pam walked towards me. There was no hesitation. Our bodies came into contact. Our breasts mashed against each other. Our lips met. She kissed me tenderly at first, then passionately. Her tongue edged into my. As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee and a half eaten bagel in front of him. While next to him is my older sister by 2 years with a plate of scrambled eggs and 2 pancakes that are about halfway done with a glass of Orange juice on the side.“Hey nerd” my sister says. Which my dad raises his head “hey there princess. Just in time for breakfast “. My mom turns her head around the doorway “morning sweety. Let me make some.