Chapter 8

“That’s the best way to have sex when it’s spontaneous. Don’t you agree, girls?”

“Awesome.”

“Like neat, yeah.”

“I think we should get dressed now, have a late lunch and then take Caitlyn for a driving lesson. How’s that?” Hot Stuff asked.

“Mum, you are so cool.”

“Wicked, I’d like to learn to drive. I’m all for it.”

“Yeah, learn quickly, babe. I want to try the ute/dildo trip, like wow,” Erin said while rubbing her pussy.

“Okay, late lunch, a driving lesson, then I would like you two to help me prepare dinner.”

“No worries,” Erin replied.

“Yeah, I’m happy to help,” I added.

After lunch, Hot Stuff took me for my first driving lesson around the paddocks. Toots was adamant that it was only the two of us, as she didn’t want Erin distracting me. The lesson lasted for about an hour. I stalled and bunny-hopped a few times, but by the end of the hour, I was pretty confident that after another lesson, I could drive around while supervised, at least on the farm. I was hoping for another kiss and maybe going a little further, but Toots never tried to take advantage of me while we were alone, much to my disappointment.

Back at the homestead, the three of us prepared dinner. Roast lamb cooked in the slow cooker with pasta salad, potato salad, mixed salad, and fresh bread. Hot Stuff had prepared another top meal for us again. The three of us went to bed early, where Erin and I indulged in some sixty-nining, bringing each other to an orgasm before we lay next to one another, holding hands and falling asleep.

Day Three: Tuesday It was the same routine as the previous two days. I was getting used to these early starts, but I was tired by the end of the day and looked forward to bed. Erin and I had realized if we had sex, it had to be during the day. We required all the sleep we could at night to recharge to get through the next day.

Everything was ok until we approached the last water trough. We could see the sheep gathering around. Toots said, “Oh-oh, this doesn’t look good.” We got out of the ute, and the trough was dry. Toots went up the ladder to check the tank, banged on the side, and got an echo for a reply. Not the solid thud she was expecting and wanted. Toots looked up at the windmill and pointed so Erin and I could see the problem. “Look, girls, there’s the problem. The link has separated, but I don’t understand why the pump didn’t kick in to take over after the windmill failed.

“We’ll have to move this mob to the next paddock. Caitlyn, can you please follow the fence down to the cattle grid, turn left and keep following it until you come across a gate and open it? Backtrack the same way, and you’ll see the dust created by the mob as you approach us.