Andrea had the controls while I tried to feel. I felt a faint stirring but nothing on which I could focus. I asked Mom Mel what she felt. She told me ...hat she felt something faint but couldn't get a fix or feel on it. She didn't think it was close.I announced that we would land. "Andrea, take us in but sweep it a couple of times first."Andrea took us by the field twice. The first time was low. On the second sweep, she slowed and went even lower to look more closely at the landing surface. I. While riding my motorbike on the way, I intentionally applied brakes to feel her boobs on my back.She understood my intentions and cooperated by pressing her boobs tightly on my back. She wore a white color tee shirt and blue color denim shorts that day. I will talk about the inners in the later part of the story. As soon as she entered the flat, we relaxed for a bit.Then we took the scotch bottle out and poured two glasses. We decided to take off one piece of cloth from our body after one. I rem... oh God this is good! ... I remember you coercing me. But I don't...ohhhhh... regret it one bit."I leaned into her and reached my hand around. My fingers nestled through her unkempt pubes that were soaking wet with her juices. I rubbed her swollen clit and listened to her moan loudly with delight.I was sure she was getting close for as noisy she was expressing her pleasure. But she suddenly called out, "Wait, wait! Pull out!" I was a bit confused, but did as she said. "Fuck her! . The spring was up the hill from the house. He had dammed up the run from the spring and had placed a pipe with a strainer in the water. The water ran down the hill about 10 yards and filled a wooden tank (he called it a cistern). The tank was higher than the house so the water would gravity feed into the house, but the pressure left a bit to be desired for a good shower. Uncle Lee had installed a pump on the line to get the house pressure up to about 50 psi, enough for a decent shower.I asked.