She was in their same age range too. Nice older mature woman.I suggested that he should get in touch with her during the week since we had all this ti...e to ourselves and would be nice to get a some pussy between us. He thought it would be a great idea and would get in touch with her the next day. My cock started to grow hard again with the thought of having a threesome with Henry and a mature woman. Henry could sense that I was getting excited by the thoughts of it happening. While we were. “The old ‘I’ll have plans for you later ploy.’ And what kind of plans would those be?” You moved over to me and put your fingers in my hair. You looked into my eyes and said, “Actually, I do have plans for you. We have one last night left in this lovely setting and I do not plan to let it go to waste. Now I want us to pack up, get dressed and go back to the house. When we get there I would like for us to take a short nap and then be downstairs to help prepare dinner. You will sleep next to me,. I bet he will say hello to me as if nothing extraordinary happened,” I said. “Nothing did happen. He can be polite to you without liking you. That makes him a gentleman in a way,” she said. “But he does like me?” I said mockingly and added, “It doesn’t make him a gigantic douche, you think? That he is somehow giving an impression of being a friendly person to me, and yet goes after the thing that is most secret to me?” She laughed shyly and gave me one of those ooohs while placing her hands on. Clad only in hats and boots she took me around the property to bring me up to date with her projects. Beyond the small back lawn she had a large vegetable garden reticulated from a dam behind the tool shed, where an old bike covered in cobwebs remained ready for my use. Beside the tool shed stood a well fenced chicken run, home to a clutch of chooks and a couple of ducks when they didn’t have the freedom of the vegetable garden. Around the sides of the house fruit trees flourished. The dam was.