. you listen," she said interrupting me. "I know what you're going to say, but you need to hear what I have to say first," she demanded. "Now ... sit ...own while you do." I did, as she continued."You and I both know that neither one of us has any time to even consider trying to date or see anyone, at least for the time being. We took on this responsibility knowing that, something which I have come to accept ... for now. But I also know that one day, we'll both find someone, get married, and have. The woman was dressed in a tee-shirt and jeans. Her little girl wore a crisp yellow dress. The woman rose and came to shake my hand. Stacie carried out the introductions. "Jack, this is Rachel Stewart. Rachel, this is my husband Jack." I shook Rachel's hand. She was about the same height as Stacie but a completely different build -- slighter with smallish breasts. She was very pretty, and her most striking feature was a penetrating pair of amber eyes. At a motion from Rachel, the little girl. " Er... yes OK." I said stuttering. "They are upstairs. I'll have to lock the door if you don't mind. I'm the only one here and was just about to close for lunch."She didn't reply, so assuming she thought herself quite safe with a young lad like me, I locked the door and followed her wonderfully wiggling hips up the stairs. Viewed from just below I could see just about all of those lovely legs but not quite to her panties.She pointed out an expensive pair of trainers and sat on one of those low. “My God! How would that feel to her?!” I exclaimed as he fucked her. “Do you really want to find out?” a deep male voice said from behind me. Shocked, and embarrassed I turned so quickly I nearly lost my balance. Still red faced and trying to regain my composure I sized up the person who had said it. It was one of the farmhands. He was about twenty, about six foot two, wearing heavily worn jeans, work boots and no shirt which showed off his well-muscled upper body. His face had strong.