Chapter 15

Tuesday and Wednesday was the same as Monday - more wheat and more trips in the Pete to the mill and more wheat in our grain bins. Things had sped up a little. Bob had been taught how to drive the tractor pulling the grain wagon and unload it into the six wheelers and then empty them into the auger pit at the grain bins when the trucks were full.

In the few days he had been doing this, he was versed enough to drive along beside the combine so the combine could unload the grain into the grain wagon without stopping the cutting.

Elsie and Carol were staying until the contractors left before coming over to my house and they were still naked by the pool as the sun was going down.

Wednesday we shut down early, if seven was early. We had started early; I was first in line at 6, the lines had gotten longer all day.

‘‘May we borrow James and your Dad for a few minutes and maybe you could take care of Bob?’’ Carol asked.

‘‘I will ask them if they are up to it as soon as they come in. Go shower to get rid of the suntan oil,’’ I said.

‘‘The girls want to know if you and James will service them while I get supper started and as soon as I do, I will take care of Bob. Remember - condoms with Carol,’’ I said as they came in the door.

Both headed for the showers. I filled a pot with water and placed it on medium on the stove and placed a package of meatballs in the microwave on defrost. Like it or not, tonight was spaghetti night.

By the time I had supper started, Dad and Carol were on the bed going through warm-up exercises as Bob and I walked into the shower. As we were coming out Carol screamed in pleasure as Dad impaled her to the balls in one stroke.

If she and Elsie stayed here until next summer, small cocks would be a disappointment after that.

Bob and I settled on the bed beside them. I pulled Bob’s head to my pussy. He hadn’t forgotten what I liked and in minutes I was climbing the tower of pleasure. I came hard on his tongue. I had to pull him away from my clit. He must have developed a taste for female juices or maybe he just liked the power and hold of giving pleasure.

He easily slid into me and was balls deep in an instant. Minutes later he was resting on me as we were recovering. I still had my feet locked around him, preventing him from pulling out. I loved the feeling of a cock shrinking and slowly falling out of me. For some reason it was a feeling of accomplishment to take something so hard, powerful and capable of so much pleasure and reduce to a limp noodle only a fraction of its size.

Dad and Carol had both cum and were in the afterglow. I felt the stirrings of Bob getting another erection when Elsie broke the mood with ‘‘Are you finished yet? Water is boiling on the stove,’’ she said.

‘‘Just because you wanted a twenty yard dash doesn’t mean some others of us might have wanted a 5k marathon,’’ I said as I was laughing.

The sauce went into a pot to cook along with the meatballs. In a few minutes the spaghetti would go in the boiling water.

Elsie and Carol had already made the trip into my bathroom to use the wand - I was next. I could see I was going to order the wand kit for the other bathroom tonight.

Thursday we started early again; I was first in line at 6:30 and back at the farm by at 7:30. I needed to be there to help fan the 200 bushels of beans we were going to need to finish planting, starting today and continuing through tomorrow.

We had to auger the 220 bushels - twenty extra - into one of the six wheelers then slowly run it through the fan and screener. The fan blew out straw, broken pods and bean hulls. Those things messed up the fancy planter big time. It required the planter to be stopped, that row’s plates removed and the trash removed so the seed would flow again.

The screener helped separate out seeds too small and too large so the planter would plant uniformly. Small seeds may have a genetic problem and not sprout or producing a small vine with small seeds. They could cause the planter to do a double or triple drop.

Overly large seeds would also affect the number of seeds dropped. The idea was uniformity. We set the planter to drop a seeds in each row two inches apart in rows twenty inches apart. Any change in that and we would use too many seed beans or not get enough to get the yield we were shooting for.

It took three hours to fan and screen the 220 bushels of beans and fill the seed trailer. Saturday we would finish cutting and planting.

I hauled six more loads of wheat before the mill closed for the day. Dad, James and Bob continued cutting and planting. I dumped the six wheelers at our grain bins until dark when we shut down for the evening. We ate leftovers for supper.

Tonight Linda was coming from the city to stay with her parents and see the kids. Mr. Jackson was scheduled to have the first treatment next week. The physicians had said the first couple of treatments would be rough.

She had called to say it was going to be after midnight when she arrived. Elsie and Carol were going to bring all their things to the house this afternoon after they cleaned the room they were using and then later come over in the Gator. Linda was going to stay in their room for the two weeks she was going to be here.