The thirty or so acre lot that they directed us to had a sparse selection that barely covered an acre of ground. We knew that they were short on tree... when we arrived but didn't realize it was this bad until we parked.My wife, Julie, commented, "There sure isn't much to choose from this year. We may have to buy a pre-cut down at the orchard's store."Not being one to give up so quickly, I suggested, "Let's take a walk through the trees and see if anything looks good." With that said, we got. "Alright. Enough," I thought. I really needed to put an end to this.Similarly as I was going to talk he slipped his hand down my undies and tenderly started to finger my clit. "Damn my little girl. You whore" I thought, as my body flexed to meet the weight. Two fingers discovered their path completely into my vagina. As I began my censure one finger twisted against my G-spot and the main sound that I oversee was a delicate murmur as my body loose. It was all off-base. Call me a cougar, call me. Technically not true after all there is school and other stuff but she spends like 90 percento of her free time at our house. She even sleeps here on my sister’s rom Monday yes Monday no. And she hot, like the most hot girl in school period. And it wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t followed my sisters lead in all things concerned me. My sister hates me always has probably because I kind do everything I supposed to do like go to the church 20 min early and always go do biblical study and stuff.. "Need you to take me to the station directly from Mum's if that's OK. I need some paperwork sorted to do with finances for Henry," she said with a smile."Not a problem," Thanks John, you're a good man," she replied."I try," I chuckled then turned to give Jan a wolf whistle as she came down in her interview 'power suit', something she hadn't worn for years yet still fitted fine and which made her look delectable."Hubba hubba," I murmured before giving her a gentle peck on the lips so as not to.