Her head bobbed up and down, up and down. I held her head for support. Soon I cummed deep into her throat. I was surprised to find that she didn’t g...g on it. Instead she swallowed it and sucked me out real good.“Wow, you seem to be a pro bitch” I said when she finished.“Quit talking and eat me out!” she ordered and lied on her back.I went down on her. I first kissed and licked her navel. I removed her petticoat, and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Plus she was fully shaved. It seemed like she. I have to admit that it was hot knowing that my wife got him hard. I had also noticed that she was not wearing a bra and I knew she had one on when she left. I asked her if she was ready to go and she said she had to get her clubs out of Marks van. So we walked out to the van with Mark and he opened the back of the van and there was her clubs with her bra in the bag.We got in the car for the trip home and I asked her why her bra was off and she said she was drunk and the 3 guys on her foursome. The center was starting to fill and it looked like when they got to the closed end of the horseshoe they would have to start pushing dirt back toward the open end to get rid of it. Charley and Julie were both hitting the Brice brothers with a million questions so I didn't think they would need me. I walked over to the kitchen area to get a drink and talked to the women and a couple of guys. I told them it looked like there would be a lot of dirt left over and they said it would be used to form. We planted groves of stone fruit, apples, pears, nut and citrus trees. We weren't stupid enough to plant from seeds--we planted six-foot saplings we brought down-time. I smiled at the rows of peaches, apricots, plums, cherries, pears, oranges, lemons, olives and apples. I tried to get our animal excrement dedicated to the orchards as the return on investment looked like our best bet. The grain fields were too large to help with what we had. Granted, the potato hills could benefit from a little.