Harlan spent some time explaining just what business he was in. He talked of the various ranches he owned and what crops they produced as well as wher... he sold them. It seemed like a lot of his harvest went to co-ops, but not all. He took out a map that had been marked with all his properties and showed me where we would be going on a regular basis."I was wondering, Harlan, what I'd be doing when I wasn't driving your coach?" Well, I have a nice, big car that I get around in as well. I don't. She looked at me and said, “I’d love to return the favor, but I don’t think I can just now.”“No worries,” I said. “You just lay back and relax. I can amuse myself while you rest.” With that, I moved back between her open thighs, but this time I was up on my knees. My cock was hard, swollen and straining as I placed her ankles on my shoulders and aligned my cock head with the swollen opening of her pussy lips.“This what you call relaxing?” Gracie gasped as I slid my cock forward and pushed open. ..unless you chicken out!" she taunted."No, no backing out on my part" I responded, my head was spinning.As he strode towards us, he and Amie kept staring into each others eyes. When he got to us he just stops and stares at Amie, totally ignoring me. Amie was breathing shallowly, sipping her drink and just staring deep into his eyes. Finally after a long few moments, he turns to me and says, "Do you mind if I dance with your fine lady?" I just nodded OK and he takes her by the hand and leads. They also had awesome views.The hill the resort was built on, however, could be a bitch getting up and down. People did a lot of walking on this island. We didn’t have vehicles on it for them to use either. We had three service utes and the small truck that delivered and picked up goods for the different sections of the resort and the wharf. The bosses had two small four-seater buggies.There was only the one minibus that the guests could get on. The four or five golf carts we did have couldn’t.