The majority of the farm had been fallow for several years, with the exception of the large garden area.I knew next to nothing when it came to farming... and had no clue of even how to go about doing anything. I read the instructions left on making the garden though. Fred had left step by step instructions on a lot of things, on how to run the house, when to reattach the pump in the tower water tank, to maintaining the stored farm machinery.I smelled the meal cooking, and while it smelled good,. Her pussy was really pick and her clit was sticking out from between her pussy lips. I leaned down and had my face just a few inches from her clit and I felt her hands on each side of my face. She told me not to be scared and to do what I feel like doing. I then moved my mouth closer to her and gently licked across her clit. She moaned and kinda wiggled around and I then stuck my tongue inside of her. It tasted like nothing I had even tasted before and something about it made me want to put my. By the time I had reached the top of her black thong bikini bottom she was giving Fred the blow job of his life. I could see her head moving slowly up and down. With each movement Fred was letting her know how much he was enjoying her lips on his cock. I was on my knees behind her slowly pulling down her thong. As it slipped off and fell to the floor she opened her legs. First, I began to kiss each cheek then lick slowly moving to her pussy and ass. As I spread her cheeks with my hands I. I wasn’t aware, but I’ve learned to deal with that.“Hi Lara, good to see you. Thanks for accommodating me.”“Sure. Your guests are running a bit late. Care to join in some shooting exercises?”“Don’t mind if I do!”I’ve never had formal training in handling firearms, but I’ve had a go with a few courtesy of my friend Wayne. You may know him as ‘The Tank’. He’s done more movies than I’ve had hot dinners and two or three of them are actually worth watching. That’s his joke, by the way. Wayne lives.