Chapter 13

I ran to him, sat on his knee, and we kissed lovingly; he unfastened my bra and pulled it off my body, leaving my boobs with hard nipples standing out, ready for him to play with, as we continued our kissing. He didn’t wait long before squeezing my boob with one hand, breaking our kiss, and dropping his head to suckle on my other. I put my hand behind his head, holding him firmly against my breast, while I enjoyed being stimulated this way, my pussy quickly became wet.

He pulled off my boob, picked me up and carried me to our room, lay me down, pushed his face into my silky satin panty-covered crotch, and pulled them agonising slowly down my legs with his teeth, leaving them at my knees. Then he kissed up my legs until he reached my pussy, and licked from my perineum to my clit, while he reached up with his hands and played with my boobs.

After lifting my legs into the air, I grabbed my ankles and spread myself open as wide as possible as he fervently ate my pussy, pushing his face against my muff as he wiggled his tongue inside my ever-so-wet cunt. He put his mouth over my clit and lashed it with his tongue while pushing two fingers inside me, turned them around and rubbed my G-spot until I screamed, “Ohhhhhh, fuck. I’m cumming.”

He didn’t stop, as he kept licking and sucking my clit and strumming my G-spot until I climaxed again. He moved up my body and kissed me while rubbing his cock up and down my slit, found my entrance, pushed his tool between my engorged labia, up my love tunnel, and slowly made love to me.

Taking hold of my ankles, he pulled my legs together and held them tightly against his chest, increasing the friction on his dick and tightening my cunt. Until his lust and instinct took over, pushed my ankles above my head and pounded my box until he shot his load into my womb. How good was that? I felt elated Hamish, and I had christened the bed on the first afternoon. All I had to do now was encourage him, if he needed encouragement, to screw me in every room of our small cottage.

“Hamish,” I cried out in alarm. “Look. It’s five to seven. Aren’t we supposed to have dinner with your mum and dad at seven?”

“Don’t sweat. You’re in the country now. If we’re late, we’re late, that’s all. Mum and Dad will know why.”

We rushed to get dressed. No, sorry. I rushed to dress while Hamish carried on as if nothing was wrong.

It was seven-thirty when we arrived, and I felt so embarrassed.

“What would you like to drink, Isabel?” Geoff asked.

“It’s okay, Dad, I’ve got this. Isabel has yet to develop a taste for beer, so I brought some vodka cruisers along.”

Presumptuous pig. That’s my pig, Hamish, jumping to a conclusion and not letting me decide. I’ll show him. “I’ll have a beer, thank you.”

The four of us had a beer, and you couldn’t wipe the smile off Beryl’s face. She looked so happy for us.

“Isabel, what do you think of the cottage that you’ll move into when you join Hamish on the farm?” Beryl asked.

There’s another remark as if it’s fete accompli. I’m moving to the farm.

“After a lot of hard work, Hamish and I got it looking pretty good, but it needs more of a woman’s touch to make it a home. But I love it. The exposed beams, the natural stonework. Yeah, it’s cute.”

“Good, after you’ve had the ankle biters, we’ll have to work around moving you and your family into the homestead, and then Geoff and I will move into the cottage. I’m so happy for you two. I can’t wait to have another woman on the farm to talk to, go shopping together, and natter about farm things.”

Wow, I’m not only on the farm. I’m having kids already. Are things moving too quickly? Does Beryl and Geoff have a hidden agenda and want to see Hamish and me living together on the farm before we get married? Shit, he hasn’t even proposed, yet I’m barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.

“Penny for them, dear?”

“Sorry, Beryl, what did you say?”

“I said penny for them, dear. You looked deep in thought after I had you and Hamish in the cottage.”

“Yes, sorry, only daydreaming.”

Beryl went to the kitchen, and I followed. “Beryl, is there anything I can help with?”

“Yes, thank you. If you can take the bowls, the crusty bread and butter, I’ll take the stockpot.”

“Did you bake the bread?”

“I did. I bake a lot. And it’s something I’ll help you with when you move in.”

“Beryl, I’m sorry, but why is everyone talking as if I’m moving to the farm next week?”

“Maybe not next week, but it will be soon. I can see you and Hamish are so in love.”

“But Hamish told me he wouldn’t move back to the farm until he’s completed his studies, and that’s November next year, seventeen months away.”

“Silly me. I must have got it wrong. I thought it was November this year.”

“Really. I don’t think you would have got it wrong. You’ve all mentioned I would be here soon. Is there something Hamish hasn’t told me?”

“Maybe it’s best if you ask him. Now, let’s get this food on the table before it goes cold, then we can have some delicious rhubarb pie for dessert.”

My pet pig is hiding something, the sod. Boy, is he in for it, and I don’t mean sex when we get back to the cottage.

When we returned to the table, Geoff had poured four enormous glasses of red wine. Then he served the stockpot, and I immediately loved Beryl’s cooking after tasting it.

After eating the homemade rhubarb pie covered in yummy custard, all I could think of was, I hope I’m half as good a cook as my future mother-in-law.