"Bloody hell mum," I laughed. "My underpants are bigger than them."She giggled again, "Yes, well darling, there's a lot more of you than there is of m...."All I could think of to say was that I hoped it didn't get any hotter."Why's that?" she asked innocently as she climbed onto the tractor behind me."There isn't a lot more in the way of clothes that you could leave off." Wanna bet?"And I groaned again.We worked hard, harder than I'd ever worked before and by mid-afternoon, we'd done our quota. I. I could see the lumps on the outside of my own brain! I found the hole, and had the strange experience of looking up it from the inside. It was empty, and there was nothing embedded in my brain beneath the hole.There was a very small hole in my brain matter where - if they were telling the truth - the probe would've penetrated to get its sample. Alternatively where they could've deposited something. I sent the sight blob slowly down the 'borehole' into my brain, all the way to the end, which. She stood very still waiting for him to demand her, command her so that in obeying him, she absolved herself of the sin of action. He demanded of her the white shirt, and her fingers came to her shoulders, and pushed her shirt off of her shoulders, and she felt it fall to the floor. His hands held her breasts and demanded that she unfasten her bra, and her fingers came to the clasp between the cups and freed the clasp. Then his fingers, that were her fingers, parted the. A ‘hmph’ from her with a meaningful glare at my crotch shook me into action and I got out of my clothes in no time, laying down beside her. ‘Now you have gotten me into bed at least.’ she smiled and rolled halfway on top and gave me a kiss ‘Any problem with this?’ ‘None at all!’ ‘Good, then take this oportunity and do something. Touch me, all of me.’ Well, with her almost naked it was easy to convince me about that and I rolled us over so that I lay halfway on top of her instead, one leg.