At first I’d thought Nate was upstairs listening to a recording of the music but I realized with a jolt that he was playing it. I pictured him at th... piano, still rumpled from the night before, in a pair of flannel pyjamas, his lean body swaying to the tempo as his fingers danced across the keys. I wondered if he always played the piano in the mornings. Perhaps it was part of his routine, a way to wake up like a shower and a cup of coffee was for me. Or maybe there was more to it. I sat back. The flat was tiny, a small sitting room with an adjoining kitchenette, one bedroom and a small bathroom with the toilet next door.I could sense the two of them sizing each other up. Both has scars on their faces, Andy's from the accident, but Carol would never say where hers came from. My suspicion was an abusive ex-husband from little comments that were dropped from time to time but I never pressed the point.Carol led us into the sitting room and I sat next to her on the sofa while Andy took. And I do think Norma is trying to put the ranch hands where they're best suited."I rolled my eyes. "So what does that say about me and Aaron? We keep getting assigned manure duty." Speaking of which," Aaron said from behind her before goosing Zoey's ass."Hey! Fucker." She turned and slapped his arm.Aaron just grinned. "Hope your new and improved biceps are up to the task. We've got a big pile of dung we need to shovel in twenty minutes."I sighed. "Ah, shit."As one might expect, the worst thing. I was so involved watching her massage herself I didn’t keep track of my hands, I moved one closer to her panties and the side of my hand touched them. She jerked and let out a louder more intense moan and I felt her muscles get tight under my hands. She clamped her thighs together and her back arched a little. She stayed this way for a couple of seconds before relaxing. “Mom,” I asked looking at her as her eyes seemed to refocus. “Are you alright?” She looked down at me and saw the concern on.