It’s a flyspeck compared to the big spreads. About 1% of Quinyambie in South Australia and half of that compared to Anna Creek, which is the biggest...in Australia. It’s nearly six million acres, bigger than Israel. So, ours is a small station.”“I looked up the data for Italy. The average family farm is 7.2 hectares.”“So .072 of a square kilometre. So our place is 40,000 times the size of a small family’s farm in Italy. My mum’s vegetable patch is close to 10 acres.”“And your family raises. On another occasion, I started rubbing Jill's neck and shoulders. My intentions were to simply give her a back rub. One thing led to the next. My hands found her tits. Somehow every time I see her tits and small perky nipples it’s like the first time. I could never get enough of them.Her legs opened as I started kissing her inner thigh. She was fingering her cunt. She put two fingers into her depths and made sure that she was wet. She scooped her love juice and put her fingers into my mouth.. .. "Mmmmmm... that does taste good, Kevin... sort of hits the spot, as the saying goes," she said, her large, onyx-eyes beginning to glow with a rare sparkle he too seldom saw in them. There was something undeniably erotic there, almost suggestive and promising.Christ, could it be? Maybe he should strike while the iron was hot... as another trite saying went! Not quite yet, of course, but once the wine began to peak her... if she'd drink a few. To go through all the cozy little dinner prelims. I can’t ask anyone else, and I just want to know how it feels like. I promise I’ll keep my eyes closed, so I won’t see you naked or anything and it won’t be embarrassing.”“Right now? Just this one time?” I said without thinking, immediately wanting to strangle myself. Why had I said that?“Yes,” Laura said and crossed her arms, hugging herself.“Okay. All right,” I said, because I couldn’t think of what else I could have said at that point.“Wow, thanks, dad!” Laura suddenly brightened, she seemed.