The farmer’s wife and daughters always had the attention of the men on the farm, the farmer knew this but he needed men to work the farm, all he cou...d do was watch his women like a hawk and trust his employees to not dare touch them. And they dared not since the farmer was a man with a very violent temper and the military training to know how to be lethal.None of the men stepped out of line, but they reveled in opportunities like this, a chance encounter in a secluded area of the farm, or when. Her pussy now emitting a bit of juice which was not pee and tasted wonderfull. I looked over at Mom and she had sat on her bath stool and was caressing her pussy with a happy look on her face.Are you OK Donny she asked? Yea Mom it was great.I just was wondering if drinking pee was all you expected it to be or a unpleasant surprise.No Mom I loved it I told her.Mom then said Maybe i can try it too sometime.grandma also said me too! Grandma then said Donny I need to have a bowel movement are you. I sat on the edge of the bed as he leaned down to take his heels off.“Jessica, leave them on.”“Only if you take your shirt off Caleb.”I did what he asked, taking my shirt off as well as my pants. He looked at my abs and ran his hands over them. His eyes stopped at the massive bulge in my boxer briefs.I reached my hand for the straps on his dress and pulled them down, exposing his chubby, hairless chest. His breasts looked like B cups, at best. He tried to cover them with his hands, but I moved. Some of her admirers were younger, which was certainly flattering, although Marianne knew there weren’t too many 35-year olds who looked as good as her. In a miniskirt and heels, she was once again turning heads and her social life was happily active. She wouldn’t have considered herself a ‘Cougar’, as was the current terminology, she dated and fucked whoever turned her head. She had overdone it a bit today — at the Gym and the Club — Marianne’s body was telling her that. Every inch of her felt.