Weeding, with my constricted movement, meant that I had to bend far forward, then awkwardly pluck at the weeds, sit upright again and lean to the side... to be able to reach the jute bag. It was hard labor, straining my body all over, and the pain from my knees and the too-small shoes didn’t help any. Yet the objects in my pussy and ass kept wiggling and pushing inside me every time I bent my waist and held my arousal alive. “Keep weeding,” Mrs. Greenberg ordered and walked away. The sun burned. She ached for Jeanette deep inside, hungry to thrust into her, and would have cried out as Jeanette entered her panties and forcefully worked her fingers over her private-parts, but instead the women's lips plowed into each other harder in communion, kissing, grinding and groaning, bringing their morning greeting to a passionate climax. Still in a consummate embrace, lips not parted, they stumbled and fell onto the bed with Jeanette on top.She kissed Sandra on the forehead and rolled off her,. .. naked? How? What went on at Wheels?” Mrs. R incredulously asked as she rocked back up onto her feet. She quickly transferred her gaze between her daughter and me.“God, I’m sorry ‘bout that, Mike. I just ... that just slipped out and...”“It’s, it’s okay, Cano. I, uh, I didn’t think you were able to remember that,” I said as I gave Lynette a hug.“What’s going on? Spill it ... NOW!” Mrs. R testily said as she stepped back from the pantry door and looked at us with irritation and confusion in. Isn’t that the way those types of things always happened? Bad news only comes when you are alone. Earth shattering news only when there is no hope that anyone will be near until the crisis has worked itself out in your head. ‘I promise I am coming back to you.’ The words sounded hollow to her now. How could she have been so much of a fool as to have actually believed them. ‘I need time to myself, time to sort things out in my head. I need to try to find the person that I used to be.’ It had.