Reluctantly we stood back and stopped when we saw the startled look of the Coffee shop owner - a friend of us all.I left to take the coffee back to my...other half who still had about six hours of the day left to work.As I got home my phone pinged with a message from my other half. - ‘Hello, love - Julie just came in but I’m too busy to talk or spend time with her - I’ve told her to come around later and we’ll give her super tonight - please ‘look after’ her till I get home.’ The quotes were. I was also now trusted to 'process' the order tickets.Nileson's sold a little bit of everything, especially feed, grain, lumber, pipe and other plumbing supplies, and it was the local place to go for farm equipment and other do-it-yourself hardware.In this part of the world, in the early 1960's, there was no such thing as deciding to be a Do-it-yourselfer or not as I had been used to towards the end of my first life. If you didn't do it yourself it didn't get done, and if you didn't want to. ” She walked toward the door.“What?”“I’m spending the night with your mom. Fair’s fair. You got to taste her.” Amy smiled and winked. “Something for you to think about when you hear us later.”Dan stared as the door closed behind her, his cock rock hard.“Dan, do you have a minute?” Steve said.“Sure.”Steve grabbed a chair. “I need to ask you something.” He drummed his fingers and cleared his throat. “May I have your permission to propose to your mother?”Dan sat back. “You don’t need my. I ask her to touch herself, so without a second thought her right hand drops to the hem of her dress and she finishing her drink moves to the entrance of her manicured lips and begins with two fingers touching her clit, rubbing, pulling, rubbing it in slow deliberate delicious movements. Her thighs have now widened, my view is unobstructed, her lips are now open, flicking her tongue to wet them. Her nails are done in brilliant red which looks hot as now her fingers are slipping into her warm.