A beautiful mature lady (I'll call her "Granny") was seated in the front row, stage right. She sported a great whitish-blond short haircut that nicely...framed a perfectly groomed and shaped face. Huge hazel eyes and a winning smile.During the first session, she was very actively participative. I was drawn to the way she was dressed. Bracketed by black short-heeled pumps and a butterscotch-colored knit top were a pair of black leather pants. They hugged her mature body nearly like a 2nd skin.. As my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, I looked up and saw Trevor leaning over me from atop his bed. He slowly climbed down, then knelled next to me. It was difficult for me to see exactly what was going on, so I sat myself up in my sleeping bag. Just then, I could feel warmth around my lips, soothing wetness; such a satisfying desire. We kissed and kissed, for what seemed like a really long time, which was only truly five minutes. Trevor was the first to gently back away from the. " Well hi there Sweetie," Daddy said. "Where did you find her? Youdidn't steal her did you?"Taking the mike Otter said, "No I think my granddaughter stole yourdaughter's heart first." Does your Momma know about this yet?" asked Jill."No Momma, I was going to surprise her on Friday when we roll throughthere on our way out east." So I take it you're doing well with the Super HET training?" askedDaddy."Tim, she's doing really well," Old Elk cut in. "We lost a hydraulicline on the training trailer. "I've seen a fair amount of plowing," she said, hands on hips, unsmiling. "But that's pretty sorry looking. And most men can do ten acres a day, you know, unless it's been fallow a while." Bit out of practice," I said, feeling a blush rising."What have you been doing?" Killing people," I said.She made a wry mouth, stepped past me and disappeared into the house. I had not been expecting an invite to her bed, but I had been hoping.By the end of the first week on the farm, I was a much better plow.