I fumbled with his overalls, sticking my hand inside the sweat pants he also wore, to find he’d gone commando. I pumped his dick hard and fast in time to what he did to mine. It was dry, it burned, and it was so good. We kept on kissing like we’d been starved for affection until we both came all over each other. I didn’t care.
Felix gave me one last kiss and stepped back, pulling a cloth from a pile near the tractor to clean us both. I put him back together after he tucked me in, then pecked his forehead.
“Lunch will be ready in an hour.” I waved as I walked away, knowing he was watching my ass and loving it. I hoped having Frank Tigrine staying with us wasn’t going to be a mistake.
* * * *
Frank slept through lunch. When he woke up and came into the kitchen it was close to dinnertime and the boys were finishing up their studies.
“I hope you rested well,” I offered as I stirred the pot of stew. It was almost done.