“Why don’t you go out and spread that and I’ll make us some breakfast while you do,” Cal offered.Edwin nodded and started the conveyor motor. ...al waited a minute to make sure that all was working as it should and then turned toward the wash-up sink. He kicked off his rubber boots and lathered up his hands and arms with the disinfecting soap. The sudsy water disappeared down the drain. Farm work could make a man tired and dirty, but it felt good when the job was done.He ambled off to the house. Then her pubic patch, with a fine spray of nearly white hairs. When Cindy had died her hair on her head, she must have bleached out her pubic hair, too.Nested in the neatly trimmed bush was a pink slit. As his eyes fell on it, she moved her nearer leg, to lay it upon the desk top, spreading them wide. It gaped open slightly, like a mouth, inviting him to kiss. He felt his cock swelling, despite his desire for it not to.Cindy saw his uncomfortable look. "I'm not bad looking am I?" she. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that, it just happened.” She looked at him. “I understand, it just can’t happen again”, he turned and looked at Sarah and grinned, “but thank you”. Sarah grinned back, “hah, that’s ok, my pleasure”. They sat there sipping their beers for a bit longer then James headed back to the river. “Aren’t you joining us?”, Josie called out, “promise I won’t tickle you anymore”. Sara stood and looked around, turning to look back at the others she said she was just going to. I would never take that from him. Besides I’m not sure I can handle it when it goes off.” Lynn chuckled.“That’s true. When it goes off, it is a challenge to deal with.” I said.“Ditto. The other night you almost shot ‘Little Paul’ across the bedroom.” Blossom added.“I did not!” Erin said defensively.“You did, Erin. I was lying at your feet and it shot past my head like a mortar shell.”“I do not fart that bad!” Erin protested.“It’s not about good or bad. It’s more about the force.” I piled.