It had been fun, Heather was forced to admit. It was so unlike her - she’d always had a strong sex-drive, but she never had time to indulge herself ...ike that.Yes, that was it. It was an indulgence. And when was the last time she’d had one of those? She’d been battling with guilt all morning - she’d promised her neighbor that she’d pop around and help out with her garden, she’d taken some work home with her over the weekend, and her house was a mess.But sometimes, you just needed to treat. Don's surname was Gillespie but he knew that way back his family was connected somehow to the Walton clan.Within a year, with the assistance of much assigned convict labour, the property had a huge vegetable garden, chickens, and the pairs of rabbits brought with them were fucking like rabbits and had become a staple part of their diet. They had brought along a few breeding sheep and also cattle. Oats, barley and wheat had been planted for future feed for more sheep and cattle which were coming. She told that her husband had gone out of station and power cut was there so her ll be going down only when current comes. I felt it was my time and I should not let it go. I kept on speaking and asked her why she always keeps admonishing uncle.She said that uncle was too old and he is useless for her. She then changed the topic and started asking me about my studies, college and friends. All the time I was starring at her big boobs while she was talking to me. I then said that I was feeling. I still had my swim trunks on kneeling next to Amanda as I played with her pussy. I suddenly felt a hand move up my inner thigh. It worked it’s way up into my trunks until it was wrapped around my balls, squeezing them. Then it moved to my cock contained by the lining of the trunks, rubbing along the shaft, before sliding inside the lining to grasp it. It squeezed and rubbed my shaft in small motions that the trunks allowed.Tiring of the trunks Amanda, between moans of her own said, “Slip those.