The old lady had told him that sooner or later he was going to have the leave the farm, and he wasn’t happy about it. It wasn’t that she didn’t ...like him. She loved him, in a motherly kind of way, actually, as if he was her son. She wanted him to take some money and leave, so that she could leave him something before she died and her greedy children came in and took it all. Gladys Weisenstein was like his mother to him. His birth mother had died in childbirth. He had been born on that farm, and. I pressed her thighs and reaching close to her pussy… First she spread her legs wide giving access to her pussy. As soon as I reached her pussy, she closed her legs tightly … I understood she is no mood to listen… I took some more oil and massaged her pussy… She was moaning loudly… I removed my dress and was massaging her pussy… She was so wet with my touching and fingering… She was moaning so loudly….My dick gained to its full size and rock hard.. With a drop of juice at the tip.. I took it. Each understood why they were on opposite sides of the lake and understood that there was not enough time to meet on the others hill. There was water between them so meeting halfway was not possible and their relationship remained a web-based relationship for the next two weeks. During those two weeks they became best friends, their first best friend. They described their co-workers and asked for help on some work and personal problems. They each learned the other was not in a relationship and. Her crowning glory was a head of gleaming black hair that hung halfway down her back and add a voice that would melt the heart of a statue.After one more beer, I discovered that I was at least legally under the influence, I asked Lena if she would be interested in going out to dinner somewhere, and in showing me what was interesting in town before and after the meal. Lena's almost instant response was that she would be delighted, but that she would need to change into something a little more.