He uprooted several of the Granny Smith apple trees and planted blueberry bushes in their place. He was much better at butchering animals and smoking ...meat, and amazed everyone with his woodworking skill and projects.Fifi and Trish tilled the vegetable garden at the farmhouse, while Rebecca and Stella did the same at their house. They swapped seeds every year to avoid blight and other diseases. When necessary, they would enlist the men to do the heavy work like spading the ground and hauling. Myexcitement was obvious and he fed off that too,grinding his body faster against the bed. Before heknew it he was licking the top part of my clit as Istarted to moan in pleasure, my orgasm building. His friends had always told him pussy was nasty to lickand he had stupidly believed them. I took the finalplunge and pushed his head farther down, dipping histongue into my wet folds. He went nuts, lapping andsucking my pussy, never having believed it could bethis good. My mind with filled with the. .. something about a 48-year old woman hitting a group ofcollege girls probably wouldn't go over so well, I thought to myselfwith a pang of sorrow. Until now, I hadn't really considered all of therepercussions of taking part in this switcharoo. Sure, it's been comingup roses so far, but I was getting antsy in my pantsy for a littleaction.And with that feeling of failure about not being able to hit on girls, Imade my way back up to the room to wake up the kids. I suppose I couldat least tip. God I miss that.'His stomach grumbled in protest. Only then did he remember that he hadn't eaten anything for the last thirty-six hours. Even in the most desperate of situations, his appetite would manage to surface. On more that one occasion over the past eight years had this placed him, and the others, in danger.The Giants continued eating their breakfast while talking about family matters. The father would complain about the heavy workload that was waiting for him, the mother about her.