It was early one October morning a few weeks after returning to the ranch. She had just finished the breakfast dishes and wanted to see if any of the ...fall fruit was ready for a pie she was planning. The October weather was starting to get chilly at night and the last of the fruit should be ready for picking. Martha had apricot, peach, apple and cherry trees in the little fenced field behind her garden. The sun was still below the mountain ridge to their east so the early morning coolness still. Her blond hair muchsofter and fuller than his own stringy mop, her blueeyes always wide and curious. He especially liked herpert little ass. The cheeks were firm, small, tight,soft and smooth as glass. He wanted to spread them andlook at her tight little anal pucker. And her mouthwith its full lips, just right to fit around his cock,the mouth itself plenty large to accommodate his boner.He was hard again.‘Well, o.k., but you’ve got to let me have a closerlook at you too.’He. They had delicious German pork that never seems to require apple sauce because the pigs are reared in orchards. They finished with Black Forest Gateau. Their conversation centred round history. They discovered that while Mark was fascinated by the Greek and Roman civilisations his real love was medieval Europe. Deirdre agreed with him on the former but was much more into modern history and, in particular, female emancipation. It became clear that she was a bit too left -wing for his. ‘I shouldn’t tell you this but yes, yes it is. I don’t take any guys without meeting with them first and I’ve turned down some.’ ‘Do you think I could help you?’ ‘Like answer emails and things?’ ‘No, Mom, with your clients. The two of us together. Maybe for extra money, you know.’ ‘Well, I do have a new guy that wants me to do his son, he’s just turned sixteen, so, in this state, he’s sexually an adult but he’s never had sex. Oh, but, no, I couldn’t have you doing this, what kind of a mother.