Maybe I can do a visit to your farm. What did yourparents say?" They think it would be cool. What about Saturday?" That might be hard, with the sleepo...er this weekend. But if my Mom hasSaturday off the next week, then we could do it then."After lunch they worked through the afternoon classes, and then headedstraight home. There was no shopping, other than a quick trip intoDaSilva's for Bobby's apple, and into Bread Baron for a fresh loaf ofbread.At Grandpa's Bobby and Larissa sat with the old. We began to leaf through them and soon we were giggling and nudging each other“Wow, look at her tits, and what a cute bum” we exchanged glancing from one mag to another to share the latest find.After a few minutes Nigel said “I was touching my penis yesterday when I first found these mags and it felt really good, do you ever touch yours?”“Not really, I lied, but I haven't got any dirty pictures like you” I laughed and punched him on the shoulder.“What's yours like?” He asked “mine’s all purple. The incident in which Carla gave me a blowjob and masturbated herself literally around the corner from my mother fueled all kinds of perverse fires within and between us.Watching afternoon and evening TV with Mom became a fairly regular pass-time that fall. Sure, I used to engage in this activity before Carla joined mother and me that afternoon, but my girlfriend's regular presence added a new dimension to the fun that fall. Once we broke this new ground, we didn't even try to rent a hotel or. The bar was fairly empty, a few older gentleman sitting around it drowning their sorrows in a glass of beer. There was a table off in the corner that held a few young rowdy guys, obviously there to watch the UFC match. I didn't look at anyone as I took a stool at the bar, away from everyone and pushed back into the corner.I ordered my beer and began scrolling through the work emails on my phone. few of the older men approached me, offering to buy a drink for me or asking if I had anyone joining.