It had a lot of hours and was nearly worn out. It was OK as a backup or a second machine, but not as the primary when it was harvesting season.I wonde...ed why they had not bought two and traded in the old one to get rid of it, with the amount of land they were tilling. They had two full time employees in the farming operation plus themselves - when they weren’t helping us.I wondered where the boys were going to ride them, the house and yard was too small and they certainly weren’t going to ride. I began cupping her breasts in my hands through her half-unzipped hoodie, and when I looked up at her she was tilting her head back, mouth agape, as her chin pointed toward the ceiling. I rolled my thumbs over her nipples then pinched them with the nails on my thumb and forefingers, and she let out ot the most delightful “mmmmmphhhhh” in response. I twisted a bit more vigorously and pressed a little harder as a soft, long moan escaped from between her lips.She sat up for a moment and unaipped. You are getting a bit ripe.”Pat was back to sleep in a few minutes. Her adopted mom came in to wake us up. Pat didn’t say anything when her adopted mom stripped and joined us in the shower. We got Pat washed, dried, and liberally coated her crotch with the liquid powder. Pat worked over to where she had removed her Exosuit on the floor last night. She got it back on by herself.Once she excused herself to use the bathroom, she returned holding one of the super-soft washcloths from my. .” Becky quickly replied, a little shocked at the force. Smack, smack! Smack! “Good idea - I just wish you came up with it sooner.” As Michael continued the punishment, Becky started to squirm and twist around. “Stop squirming, you know it’ll get you nowhere except a longer trip across my lap.” Smack! Smack! Smack! After several dozen hits Michael paused and pulled her pants down. He rubbed her and again felt her crotch, she was drenched but she certainly was excited. “Oh god, Michael, come on.