The truck garden field got an even covering but the sugar beets, orchard, tomatoes and potatoes got special treatment. The sugar beets and orchard got...fertilized in strips where the plantings would be. The potato hills and tomato hills got their structures filled with mixed humus and composted manure pile so that the food would go where it was needed, not all over hell. We were learning. With the increased number of hands to do the work we weren't killing ourselves, but we sure slept good until. He turned back to Binky, and very deliberately knelt, and reached for the stiff tool. A sigh escaped his pretty wife`s lips as he took the fast dampening tool into his mouth. It was to be a turning point. From her standing position Sylvia, untouched by hand or dead, watched the game unfold, each man taking the others tool and sucking it for a while in turn, that look of extasy on her husbands face, their first kiss, , and then the ultimate act, fingers applying lube, and Binky, first to mount. More like a shack but it was better than outdoors. I got Lisa and we climbed up the hill to the shack. It was empty of course but it was shelter. Even better it had a crude fire place against the back wall. A half hour later we had a roaring fire going. Lisa and I sat on our jackets that we laid out on a bed of leaves. Then except for the fact that we were hungry we were in pretty good shape. As dusk settled Lisa went outside to relieve herself. I watched the fire lap up against the. R a cup of tea and I informed her we would be staying to a least 6 pm, I turned to Ms. R and asked her did she arrive with anyone? she answered no, I then asked if she would be alright with my receptionist sitting in with us. She said she would feel better if she did, so I asked my receptionist to join us, which she did bringing with her two cups of chamomile tea giving one to Ms. R and placing the other on the coffee table between our chairs and in front of the couch she took a seat on the.