The Olive Grove

My father's family, has been in the olive business for generations. The ancestral home is surrounded by olive groves. All of the groves in the area are the same, family owned. Once harvested, most families sell to the local cooperative. We have a good reputation, we make our own oil. It is sold through a broker and shipped worldwide. My grandparents run things. Grandma Lucia runs the business side of things, grandpa Gino looks after the harvesting and pressing. My parents, Giulia and Luca, have no interest in it at all. Dad left to go to university and became a doctor. Mum is an accountant. I'm not academic, so the plan, their plan, is for grandma to show me the ropes and to take over.

Nobody thinks I'm ready for that, yet. I have a bedroom, bathroom and sitting room at one end of the house. Spending my days split between working with grandma and seeing what grandpa does. One day, out of the blue, mum arrived. Her sports car, no match for the bumpy, dusty lane, down to the house. After saying hello, she headed straight for grandma's study, where she does all of the paperwork and makes her phone calls.

"Giulia, a pleasant surprise, we weren't expecting you."

"I need to talk to you about what you have posted on the internet."

I was none the wiser. What had she been posting? Something bad about the business, or someone else's business?

"Oh, that. Why does that matter to you? May I ask, how did you find out about it?"

Still in the dark. An astonishing revelation. Make that two. Hence the reason for mum's visit. My grandma had been posting pictures and videos on a porn site. No hint of anonymity. Not just solo. There had been images and scenes, with one or more of the men from the estate, taken by and some including grandpa. Unapologetic, they was having a great time. How had they been found out?

"Sorry Eliza. This has probably come as an unpleasant shock for you." Mum said.

A shock definitely, unpleasant, I wasn't certain. What exactly was the issue. People have sex. With the advent of mobile phones and tablets, taking pictures and videos is easy. Uploading things to the net, not difficult. I'm single, I watch porn on my laptop and masturbate, so what. I just wouldn't be expecting to stumble across members of my family. Least of all grandma Lucia and Grandpa Gino. Quite a lot of people do this now. Some make a bit of money at it. Without seeing what everyone was talking about, how bad could it be?

"It doesn't bother me. What's the problem? I assume you all have sex. Grandma likes to film hers. So many people do that, the internet is flooded with it."

Just then grandpa came in. He'd been out in the grove checking on the crop.

"Hello, this is a nice surprise. You should have told us you were coming. We would have got things in for a party."

"It's not that kind of visit, Gino. She's come to tell us off for making our videos and taking pictures."

"Well then, she's had a wasted journey. Judge us if you like but people like what we do and so do we. If you've seen us, then you are the sort of person we make the films for."

Mum was a bit stunned by the combative response. I'm not sure how you can complain about things, just because it's members of your family, when otherwise you think it's fine. I was getting curious about what my grandparents were doing. Not to mention, what my mum was watching. Grandpa opened a bottle, poured a glass for all of us. Things were quiet as we drank. I love being here. I get on particularly well with grandma. Probably more so than with my parents. I wanted to get across my thoughts.

"Loads of people watch porn. I masturbate watching and you lot probably fuck to it."

"Eliza. Language." Mum spluttered.

"There's nothing wrong with any of that. It isn't hurting anyone. It's not like anyone is forcing us to do it. Complaining just shows a double standard. Can we just forget about it and have a nice time, while you are here."

"Good for you. Giulia, you'll have to stay now. Too late to go back. Eliza come and help me get dinner." Grandma said.

I followed here to the kitchen. Old fashioned, no fitted units, just cupboards and a table in the middle of the room. As grandma made fresh pasta, I chopped vegetables for the sauce.

"What have you been up to?" I asked.

"I'll show you later, if you don't mind seeing my saggy old body. Too much for your mum by the sound of it."

"I don't think that's the problem. She must have been looking for something. Probably trying to warn you, in case dad finds out. Her issue is that it was you, rather than some random old lady."

"Not so much of the old."

I like her. She never let things get to her. I suppose a good attitude to have, if you are running a business. She could laugh off most things. It is nice to be cooking with her. It's something we do a lot, part of our bonding. After dinner and more wine, things were still tense. Mum retired early, probably not wanting to get in to an argument. I stayed down with my grandparents. Grandma went to a cupboard and pulled out a laptop.

"Now that she has gone, want to see what she was complaining about?"

"Why not."

She switched on, opened a folder of photos and started scrolling through. She said that this was how it all began. Photos for the two of them, just lingerie shots, in different sets of underwear. These looked pretty recent. The next folder getting braver. Naked shots, showing her boobs and bum with her hands initially covering her pussy. The last shot a full frontal. Not exactly slim but not too fat. Boobs a bit saggy. Long nipples facing down. A slightly round belly and a big mat of pubic hair, dark tinged with grey.

"Are you alright, not saying much?"

"Sorry, I was just looking. You look great."

"Don't be silly. Saggy fat old lady flashing her bits."

"She still goes like crazy."

"Gino!"

"She'll see soon enough."

She moved on to some video. This must be an early one. The camera wobbling as it was set down, the two of them sucking, licking and fucking. Grandpa's dick just average size. Even so, he could go some. She had several orgasms. Not loud or outlandish but definitely audible. The final action a doggy style fuck, at the end of which he pulled out and came on her bum and back.

She flicked forward several files, saying that this was probably what the issue was. More recent by the look of the video and sound quality. Not to mention the editing. A full on scenario. Grandpa marched in by two masked men. He was tied with some rope to a chair. One of the men spoke.

"We are going to take all of your money and valuables. First we are going to take this."

The camera panned to grandma, flowery summer dress and more makeup than usual. One of the men took a large knife and cut the dress all of the way up the front. A full set of black lingerie, including stockings and suspenders. The knife cut away her panties. The knife was thrown down and stuck upright into the floorboard. The other man carried her to the bed and held her down as the knife wielder unzipped his trousers. A decent size but not massive. A cut shot of grandpa. A look of horror on his face. The man on the bed, no preliminaries, started to fuck her hard. I guess, they had edited out any foreplay. A few minutes in, she had an orgasm.

"That was real. No faking it for the camera." She said.

The guy didn't cum. He pulled out and swapped places with the other one. It did look real. Both of them still clothed and masked. The second man, average dick. He fucked her, if anything, even more vigorously. Neither of them had cum. All of my boyfriends wouldn't have lasted half as long. He withdrew his cock and the first guy said,

"Time to make a mess before we leave."

He made for the foot of the bed, raised grandma's legs high and pointed his cock below her pussy.

"NO! YOU CAN'T. I DON'T DO IT THERE!" Grandma screamed.

Cut to Grandpa, a look of lust on his face. The entry of the good sized member, into her arse, gave the lie to her screams. She was loving it. The other man moved beside her head and began wanking his cock. They kept up their efforts for several minutes. The one beside her said,

"Open wide."

She turned her head towards him and he shot his cum into her mouth. The other one grunted as he came in her arse. The scene faded to black as the two men zipped up and left the room. If I didn't know who they were, I would have assumed that it was professional. The camera work and editing were pretty slick.

"Eliza, are you alright?"

"Sorry. Yes. I can see why mum was shocked. That was impressive. I'd never have known you did all of that yourselves. Who were they?"

"Two of the local young men. You'd recognise them, without the masks. They do some work here from time to time, helping us out. They work for most of the local families. I don't think they do that for them though." Grandpa said.

"Don't you mind them doing it?"

"This might sound bad but I like it. The three of us came in her fanny after the film finished. I went last."

"They are really nice young men. I had about half a dozen orgasms. I think they like the idea of having sex, with someone who pays their wages. We aren't going to complain about it."

"I'm glad you are both having a good time. Mum might not like it but I don't care. It's none of my business what you do. Anyway, it's late. Good night."

The pair of them kissed me on the cheek and I went to the room I usually slept in. Some people would think what my grandparents got up to was disgusting. They would probably think what I did that night was the same. I lay in bed and masturbated, for what felt like ages. I got myself off three times but the last one was a bit of a struggle. I got close several times before I finally got there. The mental images, the videos I'd just seen. I started to wonder, if it wasn't the age of the actors my mum was interested in but what they were doing.

Late in the morning, I tried looking for mum. She was nowhere to be seen. I went for a walk around the grove. There is a bench at the far end. It overlooks the valley. I spend quite a lot of time there. Thinking and looking at the view. When I got there, mum was sat on 'my' bench.

"Good morning Eliza. Sleep well?"

"Great thanks. You?"

"Not really I was tossing and turning all night."

"You need to let it go. Grandma and grandpa aren't going to change, why should they."

"I know. People in glass houses....."

"Oow. Do I sense a bit of a confession?"

She hesitated. Was she going to tell me or not? It looked as if she was weighing things up.

"Going to tell me what you were looking for? I think I've worked it out."

"You aren't helping. You aren't going to let it go, are you?....... I have things that I like. You must have too. Mine are a little unusual. I suppose Lucia showed you the video with the two men. I like that sort of fantasy. Truthfully, I like some form of restraint and erotic asphyxia. So I understand a bit about what Lucia likes."

"Whoa. Way to go mum."

"That's not the way you are supposed to react."

"It's cool that you have something you like. I like to watch women masturbating. Real orgasms, not the fake ones. And interracial stuff. Men with big black cocks. I'm not a lesbian and I don't want a massive dick, it's what I like to watch. There. We're even."

"It isn't a competition. It isn't really something we should be talking about."

"Why? There isn't anything wrong with what we like and what we do. I like having orgasms, I bet you do too. Who doesn't."

Mum put an end to the conversation, thinking it had gone far enough, too far, or it shouldn't go any further. We walked back slowly to the house. Each with a new and different view of each other. Would it bring us closer together? I'd never really had a close relationship with either of my parents. They always seemed to be distant, obsessed with their careers. Even family holidays weren't that much fun, for the younger me. I'd often find a friend my age and spend more time with their family, than my own. That all sounds bad but it taught me to be self reliant. I'm not that bright, when it comes to books and learning but I can look after myself. I'm a practical sort. I learn enough about everything to get by.

When we got back to the house, it was pretty quiet. Grandpa was doing some maintenance in the pressing room, grandma, making phone calls. I made us some sandwiches and sat and drank a glass of wine with mum. I started to get the feeling, that dad was a lot more up tight than mum and she needed some space. Maybe these few days would help. As we drank, I couldn't resist asking,

"I guess dad doesn't share your interest, or he would be here wagging his finger, if he had seen the video."

"Pretty good at reading people and picking up on things, aren't you."

"Not bad. Plenty of time on your own with a laptop, like me?"

Since moving here, I've got used to drinking a fair bit. In addition to the olives, there are a few vineyards locally. Nothing fancy and most of the wine is drunk locally. Lucia and Gino drink plenty and I've got used to it as well. I don't think mum drinks that much. That became evident as the afternoon wore on. Initially wary, about opening up this sort of conversation again, the wine was easing things for her. She was far more open about things than I was expecting. Possibly more than she intended. I had been correct in my assessment, my father was pretty standard in his tastes, in the bedroom. Like me, her laptop, fingers and vibrators filled the void. Unlike me, a silk scarf round her throat, did the rest. With far more money than me, her sex toy collection was extensive. I caught a glimpse of grandma, stood in the doorway. How long had she been there? How much had she heard?

"You two need to get some real cock, instead of playing with yourselves."

The answer to my questions, long enough and everything. I went to help grandma get dinner ready, mum stayed in the sitting room, contemplating what she had divulged. The smell of food drew grandpa indoors. After dinner, more wine, although mum seemed to be taking it more steadily. She still went to bed earlier than the rest of us. When she had gone upstairs, my grandparents began planning a surprise.

"Are you going to be alright with this, Eliza?" Grandma asked.

"The question should be, is mum going to be good with it?"

I left them to scheme and headed up to bed. I walked past the room mum was staying in. The unmistakable sound of somebody approaching an orgasm. She must have assumed that I would be downstairs far longer. Staying quiet, I edged closer to the door. The lead up was similar to mine. I can be quite loud, especially as I'm normally the only one on this side of he house. All of a sudden, the old brass bed rattled and there was a strange gurgling sound. She was actually choking herself. Transfixed, I didn't move. Less than a minute passed before her groans and sighs started again. This time, no strange sounds, just a gentle,

"Ahhhhh."

I waited a little longer but I think she had finished. I crept quietly to my room. That was all that I did quietly. Somewhat against my better judgement, I masturbated thinking about my mother, strangling herself to an orgasm. Unusual thoughts followed. If my father wasn't interested in this, how did she manage at home? Did she just do it with him there, or only when she was on her own? I couldn't imagine, not being able to get off whenever I wanted to. Was my interest in watching women orgasm, something my dad did? Did he just watch her? What the hell am I thinking?

Mum had a couple of days left, before she was due to go back to work. Steering her car carefully up the rutted lane, we went in to town to have a look around. Even though I've been living here a while, I don't often go anywhere, other than shopping for food, with grandma. It made a nice change. We had a really nice lunch at a posh restaurant, mum's treat. While we had been gone, Lucia and Gino had been busy. No sign of anyone about as we pulled up to the house. Mum went in through the front door, just in front of me. I almost jumped out of my skin. Just inside the door, a man pulled a black cloth bag over mum's head. She screamed. He said,

"Quiet and you won't get hurt."

I was rooted to the spot. As soon as the bag was in place, my grandparents and another man appeared. Grandma, her finger to her lips. An indication for me to keep quiet. I guessed these were the two men from the video. No masks for them this time. I had seen them before, brothers. The pair of them picked her up and carried her back past me. I followed them in to the warehouse. The set up arranged. A wooden table, ropes attached to each leg, a tripod and camera in position.

Mum was placed on the table, face down, hips on the edge. Her arms bound to the legs at the far end. Ankles tied to the table, her legs pulled wide apart. Grandma got on to the table and straddled mum's back, facing her head. One of the men, with what looked like the same knife as before, cut mum's trousers to shreds. Nice knickers. Black and showing off her buttocks to good effect. Only just covering her arsehole and pussy but not for long. Cut off. Grandpa was filming everything. A whir as he zoomed in. Her anus darker than mine. You can't help a bit of self inspection. Pussy lips similar dark colour to mine but larger. Unlike my hairy snatch, she appeared to be shaved.

The brother with the slightly smaller cock approached the table, spat on his hand and wiped it along her pussy. I don't think he needed to. Her pussy was glistening. Fantasy made real. He pushed his cock inside. His entry met with a groan. He began to fuck her, none to gently. It would have been too hard for me. I'm not in to being pounded. That didn't seem to be the case for mum. Eventually, he pulled out and shot his cum on and into her open pussy. Presumably for the camera. He was replaced by his better equipped brother.

Grandpa's hand on my back intended me to move closer. I looked at him. He raised his hand and gave a fingering motion. I moved in to camera shot. Close up, this guy was big. A got a good view on his outward stroke. Is it fucked up, to rub your mum's clit? Yes. Even more so, when she's being fucked by a stranger. I did it anyway. She began wriggling the second I touched her. From what I could see, grandma had her hands round mum's throat. I was trying to match the man's rhythm. The gurgling noise I'd heard last night came from the head of the table. My hand was almost crushed as she bore down. The guy kept going, I was impressed. Mum came again, as he pulled out, as his brother had and shot his load. The smell of cum was overpowering. Some of it on my fingers.

Grandpa shuffled forward, trousers around his ankles, his erect cock no more than eighteen inches from my face. His hand went to her cum soaked pussy. His fingers brushed mine, still on her clit. His hand ran up and smeared cum across her anus. She shook. He pushed his cock into her pussy and simultaneously his thumb into her anus. She squealed. One of the men shouted,

"Quiet."

Grandpa could have gone on for ages. I think he sensed mum reaching her limit. He pulled out his thumb. Her anus stayed open. Withdrawing his cock, he pointed it at the open brown hole. He was gentle with his entry. I don't think he need have been. In very short order, he was fucking her hard. Gran shifted, was she squeezing harder. I felt her pussy throb as she came but without a sound. Her legs were shaking. Grandpa pulled out slowly, his cock followed by a dribble of cum. He pulled up his trousers and went to turn off the camera and remove it. The three men withdrew. Grandma climbed down off the table. I wriggled my hand out. The two of us stood behind her. Her anus and pussy open to view and both smothered in cum. We stood silent for perhaps five minutes. Mum, not hearing anyone, shouted out.

"Hey! Anyone there?"

"They've gone." Gran replied.

She removed the bag from mum's head. The two of us untied her. We helped her up. She looked down at her shredded garments. I was right, fully shaved. Grandma handed her a towel, which she wrapped round herself. She looked as if she had questions. Probably about who had been there. Instead all she said was,

"Those trousers were expensive."

"Worth it though." Grandma replied.

Mum turned and walked rather gingerly back to the house, presumably for a shower. Did they know mum did anal? Or was he going to do it anyway? Always a first time I suppose. This certainly wasn't hers.

"Not for the internet, that one. Although it would make good money." Grandma said.

We went back to the house to get dinner ready. The brothers had gone. Grandpa was sat with a brandy and in different clothes. All clean and tidy. Mum didn't appear for quite a while. The smell of food drew her downstairs. It was like nothing had happened. We sat down, ate and drank. After dinner, we sat with our wine in the sitting room. Grandpa handed mum a flash drive.

"That won't go any further." He said.

She must have watched it on her laptop that night. After breakfast, she took me out to 'my' bench at the end of the grove.

"That was you. You made me cum."

"Not just me. All of us. I didn't hear you complaining."

"I thought it was real, at first. I wasn't taking risks."

"Now you know they put it on for you, was it as good as your fantasy?"

"I haven't come to terms with it yet. My mother in law strangled me, you rubbed me off and my father in law came in my bum. Luca never finds out this happened."

I said nothing. I had no intention of mentioning anything like this to my dad. I'm certain mum understood that. How would you even start to explain it. That night, no sounds from her room. I think the scenario had satisfied her needs, at least for a while. She left, happy with her few days in the country. If, I think, a little worried about the consequences. Would she be back, on her own again? The three of us thought it a distinct possibility.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, things began to change. I became an expert at camera operation and video editing. For the most part, it didn't cross my mind that what I was filming, was my grandparents having sex. My concentration was on what I was doing, not them. It wasn't really until I watched back the final version, that I took any notice. They were impressive. Not a hint of awareness of the camera. They were intent on each other. In addition to the brothers, they had been carefully cultivating another friendship. The owner of an adjacent property. Like us, producing olives. He is a widower. Grandma had been friendly with his wife. Her complaint, that he would never leave her alone. He had always been after sex, any time of day and anywhere. She had also found his size a struggle. I had a mental picture of the long, thick black cocks I watched on the internet.

Francesco didn't need much encouragement. I'd seen him around from time to time. Close up, he looked pretty old and haggard. I suppose it is fair enough, he was over seventy. A few drinks to oil the wheels and we moved to the bedroom. Did he think he was going to fuck me? Whatever his thoughts, it didn't stop him groping my tits, arse and crotch. It took grandma undoing his trousers to distract him. I think we were all distracted by what she found. From the rumour, I expected something more than ten inches long. Not a bit of it, average length or a bit over. Shocking, how fat it was, thicker than my wrist with a big mushroom head.

Grandma, mouth wide open struggled to get it in. She wouldn't be able to move her head. Instead, she massaged his balls and tried wanking his shaft. She couldn't even get her hand round it. Grandpa and I were filming from different angles. Francesco seemed to find that amusing. Grandma managed to widen her jaws enough to release the monster. He undid and removed his shirt as she undressed and got on the bed. I don't think she could have spread her legs any wider, if she tried. Francesco rubbed that huge mushroom against he wrinkled pussy lips. She panted several times as his knob went in. Fair play. I wouldn't even have attempted it. She was pulling the skin round her pussy, trying to cope with the size. Her fingers meeting her clit seemed to help.

In to his balls in slow stages, he began to fuck her. Not hard or fast but slowly and deliberately. The stretch and the movement of her fingers brought about the loudest orgasm I'd heard from her,

"OH! OH! SHIT! AHHHHH!"

In a gloating tone,

"There you go Gino. That's how to fuck a woman."

"Do her bum." Was grandpa's response.

He wasn't serious, was he? He was. He got in to the shot with a bottle of our olive oil. He began drizzling it along Francesco's cock and down his wife's pussy and arse.

"Rosa wouldn't do this. Too big for her tiny little hole."

"Not sure I can either." Grandma said.

With her knees up, her anus gaped. I'd seen her do anal enough to know she wasn't shy about doing it. He approached carefully, as he had before. Grandpa had his camera zoomed in on Francesco's entry and grandma's reaction. I had mine on Grandpa. He was virtually drooling. Francesco was in.

"Sweet jesus. Holy shit." Grandma's reaction.

I was surprised how gentle he was. He took over rubbing her clit. The slow strokes were driving her mad. He had held out for so long, in her pussy and now in her arse. Her orgasm, every bit as loud as the previous one,

"AH! AH! HUUUUUUR!"

That was the signal for him to hold himself fully inside, balls against her buttocks as he pumped into her. He had a wicked grin on his face. If his wife didn't do anal, was this the first time anyone had let him? He just stayed fully ensconced.

"Eliza. Want to try?" He asked.

"No thanks. I'm in the small hole camp."

He laughed as he pulled out his cock. I couldn't believe it. He was still hard and pointing up. I think he would have gone again right away. I wasn't going to try and I think grandma was done. Grandpa took him downstairs for a drink.

"Jesus. Rosa was right. He's huge and hard as a rock. I've never felt anything like that. You should try it."

"Not on your life."

Francesco became a regular visitor. Not much in to the filming but he was more than happy to spend time with Gino and Lucia.

All I seemed to be doing was watching and filming. I wasn't much drawn to either of the brothers. Not really my type, even though they were nice enough to talk to and willing to indulge any woman who asked them. Francesco is too old and too big. Grandpa offered but that would just be too weird. Opportunities are few and far between out here. The properties are not close together and mostly run by the older generation. Even in town, most of the younger people seemed to have moved away to the city.

Nothing changed in my world, until harvest time. There is always an influx of people around then. Students or people just travelling around. Most places take in people to help out. It is a labour intensive time. Somewhere to to sleep and food, in return for getting the crop in.

I was disappointed. We took in a couple of French female students, Camille and Manon. They were backpacking around Italy, in their post university gap year. They would sleep in an annex off the pressing room. Plenty of space, it would sleep eight and it has it's own bathroom. They would eat with us in the main house.

I had been hoping for a couple of young, hot blokes. Never mind. For the first couple of days, they kept mostly to themselves. They worked hard, we saw them at meal times and that was it. I set up a table and some chairs outside their room and took them some wine. I think that they were more relaxed with me, than Lucia and Gino. Closer to their age. They seemed nice enough. The following day, they didn't come to the house for lunch. They had been working hard. So I packed a basket with some bread, cheese, ham and wine, to go and find them.

I finally found them, not far from my bench. Laying out on towels. It is late October and we are feeling a dip in temperatures. For the two of them, from Northern France it must still seem warm. I stopped short. Stripped down, they only had their knickers on. Trying to maximise their tans. Not super hot but nice enough looking. I was just about to approach with the picnic, when Camille, said,

"Go!"

Both shoved a hand inside their knickers and began masturbating furiously. Camille knees up, Manon legs flat down. Camille came first, not loud but her legs wavered and she sighed. Manon a little louder followed about a minute later.

"Four to two." Camille said.

Looking down, I stepped on and snapped a twig. The two of them jerked their heads around, arms trying to cover their breasts.

"An interesting game. Can I play next time?"

I set down the picnic between them. Seeing that it was me, they relaxed and let their arms down. They put their shorts and shirts back on and we sat and had lunch. They seemed a little anxious. Camille, keen to explain, told me that they weren't a couple. They moved around so much, there wasn't much opportunity to meet up with any nice guys. Manon had noticed Camille masturbating in bed, on one of their stops. Manon had felt the urge but resisted, thinking it would disturb her friend. From then on, they had done it regularly. Sometimes watching each other, sometimes racing to cum. Camille usually won the races. Both of them would beat me, from what I'd seen. I told them about my liking for the female orgasm videos. We finished lunch and I packed up the things. We went back to the harvest, meeting up with grandpa further up the grove.

After dinner that evening, we sat at the table I had sat up. We drank wine, talked about their trip, me learning the business and the sort of men we wanted to meet. It was so nice to be able to discuss things with a couple of women, not much younger than me. We had a lot more in common, than anyone I'd met since moving here. We drank a few glasses, before Manon asked if I was serious about joining their games? Why not. It had to be better than doing it on my own.

We moved in to their room. Barrack style accommodation, eight beds four on each side. They had been using two next to each other presumably for a close view, when required. They undressed and put their clothes in the small cupboard beside the bed. Both slim and small breasted. Manon with a dark bush, similar to mine. Camille, fairer but just as hairy. She told me that both of them had been shaved, before they left home but couldn't be bothered now. I chose a bed opposite them. I presumed they would be wanting to watch me, rather than each other. I was right, they both stood fairly close, as I removed my clothes. Breasts slightly larger than theirs but also a bit more saggy. Otherwise we didn't look too different.

I lay back on the bed, head propped up by a couple of pillows. I raised my knees and slowly opened my legs. I was feeling really turned on. I'd spent plenty of time watching other people have sex. Nobody had so far, looked at me. What would they think? I've looked at my pussy in the mirror. I like it. Would they? I reached down and used my index fingers to carefully part my pussy lips. How brazen. I was now showing my innermost self, to two women I'd only known, for a few days. They would no doubt be able to see my anus. I wasn't so keen on the look of that. They were both staring intently.

They watched and waited. As if by some signal I hadn't seen, they mirrored what I had done. I've watched so many women masturbating, at least on video, I know how different we all look. You can never tell. I'd made an assumption, that Camille's clit would be bigger and more visible, as she seemed to cum quicker. I was wrong. Hidden and probably small like mine. A very neat vertical slit, lovely smooth pink flesh revealed by her fingers. Manon on the other hand had labia slightly larger than mine and her clit, clearly visible. She saw me staring.

"I don't like it but at least men are able to find it."

None of us were in a rush, wanting to take note of what the others were doing. The techniques we were using. Camille stuck two fingers in her mouth. Using the saliva, she ran them along her slit. She repeated this a few seconds later. She dipped the two fingers slightly inside her vagina. She then ran them up and over her hidden little clit. Similar to me, Manon looked slightly wet already. Her fingers stroked her labia. As she did a tiny trickle of fluid leaked out and made for her arsehole. She dipped her fingers in it and moved them up to her clit hood, careful to avoid a direct touch on her exposed bud. This was so much better than video. Manon began twiddling the skin of her clit hood with her slippery fingers. A twisting back and forward action. I was starting to become totally focused on her clit.

My attention shifted when I heard a different noise coming from Camille. She was beginning to finger fuck herself, hard and fast. The slopping, slurping noises coming from her pussy couldn't be ignored. Nor could what she was doing with her other hand. I've always been quite gentle with my breasts and nipples. She was doing the opposite. She was pinching her nipples, pulling them, stretching her breasts upwards. It looked painful. From her reaction, it wouldn't be long before she came. She started to talk.

"Fuck me. Fill me up with that big, hard thing. Harder, do it now..... Ahhhhhh."

Manon let out a little chuckle at her friend's words. I couldn't help smiling. It didn't matter to Camille. She carried on but with a change of action. She was more intent on working her clit. I got a few brief looks at the pale pink button as she went at it hard with her fingers.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuckkkk."

She pulled her knees right up as she came again. She was almost rolled up into a ball. She dropped onto her side. She'd cum twice, neither Manon nor myself had got to our first. I was spending too much time watching and not enough wanking. Concentrate. Manon's clit seemed to be expanding, or was she just revealing more of it. The sight of this magnificent thing being covered and revealed was too much and I shuddered to an orgasm. Camille, now recovered and seeing what I was still going, came and sat on the edge of my bed. She looked down on my pussy, her head not much more than a foot from it. Her proximity and the situation was enough to tip me over the edge. Breathing heavily, I was surprised when she ran her hand along the inside of my thigh. Nowhere near my pussy but her touch was gentle.

We turned our eyes to Manon. Camille took my hand and the two of us moved to the foot of her bed. Camille bent down, took one of Manon's big toes in her mouth and sucked. Manon began to tremble. This got stronger and stronger before she had to let go of her clit.

"HOOOOOOOW!"

Wow. That was a big one. She continued to shake even after Camille released her toe and she had no physical contact. Camille moved up the bed and stroked her friend's forehead. I started picking up my clothes, getting ready to go back to the house.

"Don't go. Stay and talk." Manon said.

The two of them got in to their beds to keep warm. I dressed and sat on the end of Manon's bed. I thanked them, for letting me join in their game. I started to learn a little more about them. Camille's language as she came, was a fair reflection of what she liked. She liked it hard and rough. I guessed that in the future, she might head in the S&M direction. Manon liked things more gentle. Although, she was a lot more flexible with her sexuality. She wasn't bothered if it was a man or woman she was with, as long as the lovemaking was sensual. I kept the family aspects from my description. In fact, I hadn't been fucked in over a year. What I had just experienced with the two of them, was the best sex I'd had in ages. Both of them were surprised, that looking like I do, I wasn't getting loads. It was getting late. I wished them good night and went back to the house.

The following night would be their last with us, before they started their northbound journey, back home.

A last day of work in the grove. Most of the harvest was in. I'd finish off the final bits with grandpa. The five of us had a big meal to celebrate. It was a cooler evening. Rather than sit outside, I took them up to my sitting room, for our evening drink. I'd been disappointed when they arrived. Now, I was going to miss them. They stayed until ten. They started to excuse themselves.

"One last game?" I asked.

They grinned and started to go, thinking about their annex. I shook my head and took them to my room. It would mean the three of us on my double bed but we had been close yesterday. I didn't think it would be an issue. Besides, with the heating in my room, it was a lot more comfortable than the bunk room. Undressed and sat on the bed, we took some time looking at each other. Closer inspections or skin, freckles, dimples, folds of skin as we were bent forward, nipples and body hair.

Camille began licking her fingers, the sign that she wanted to start. She and I up at the head end of the bed, against the pillows. Our legs pulled up, Manon lay across the bed, on her side, her head near my feet, looking up between my legs. More reserved this time, I decided to make her wait for the view she wanted. I stroked my pubic hair, manipulating my pubic mound with flat fingers. Beside me, Camille had already started dipping her fingers inside herself. The back of her other hand was brushing the outside of my thigh.

I sucked my fingers, as if I was giving them a blowjob, easing them in and out. This seemed to excite Manon, who was still staring at me. Transferring the saliva to my pussy lips, I stroked slowly, up and down. The fact that Manon didn't stop staring was a real turn on. I could feel my natural lubrication against my fingers. She shuffled slightly. She must almost be able to smell my scent. Her upper arm was touching my foot. My eyes closed slightly as I continued to stroke myself.

More shifts from Manon. Then a shock. She was between my legs, lifting them. I must have jerked. Camille, moved her hand, holding her palm against my thigh. I turned to look, she smiled and nodded. Manon's tongue ran over my fingers. My initial reaction was to cover my pussy with all four fingers. She carried on caressing them with her tongue. I slowly withdrew them. I heard her take a deep breath. Her tongue touched the lower edge of my vagina. The contact was so slight. A few men had gone down on me but it felt nothing like this. The tip of her tongue, was tracing it's way around the entirety of my pussy, almost teasing. Not almost, definitely teasing. I wanted to shout at her to go for it. I resisted. Her fingers were everywhere. Up and over my stomach, down my legs, stroking my bum.

Holy shit she was good. How long would it be, before I came? I didn't have to think about that for Camille. Her grip on my thigh got tighter as she let out a series of 'Ah's'. Manon's tongue, brushed slowly up my slit. I was squirming. A couple of flicks across my clit and I was gone.

"Haaaaaa!"

Most men would think they had done an amazing job and go for the main event. Manon was only just starting. How long was she down there, twenty, thirty, forty minutes? I have no idea. I was cumming almost constantly. I gripped the back of her head with both hands. Camille was shaking. No idea how many times she came. All of a sudden, Manon pulled her head away and bit the inside of my thigh. The pain focused my mind. Her arse was rising and falling fast. She was humping the bed. With her large exposed clit, the friction must have been intense. I could hear the air coming in and out of her nose. Her teeth still attached to my leg. Her body shuddered. Finally, her teeth released me.

"Sorry. I hurt you and your bed is wet."

"I don't care. That was incredible. I've never cum so much in my whole life."

Looking down, her face was soaking wet and my leg had a large lovebite on it. Her head was resting on my leg. I asked,

"Do you want me to....?"

She shook her head. She moved up the bed, Camille and I shifted slightly. I lay between the two of them and we stretched out. I could see what she meant. There was a large dark patch on the duvet cover by my leg. Camille spoke first,

"We don't do that. It would make things strange for the rest of our trip."

"I don't do that either. Well, I never have before."

"I got carried away. I should have asked." Manon said.

Eventually, we got beneath the duvet and I slept between them. In the morning, they packed up their things. I drove them to the station in our truck. They hadn't been with us long but I was going to miss them. I kissed them and they went to the platform, to begin their long journey home. They were going to take a couple of weeks, with stops on the way back.

I received several postcards from them. They contained the score in their masturbation races. Camille always ahead. I don't think Manon cared. They had seduced a young man during one of their stops, details passed in guarded language, on the back of the card. Manon in particular, kept in touch after they got home. She had found herself a girlfriend.

Back to the three of us at the grove, I related what had happened to Grandma. Not her thing but she seemed interested anyway.

"You need to talk to Sophia's granddaughter, Alessia. Well, not some much talk. Not so many lesbians round here, she may be the only one. Most of the families are pretty traditional."

I wasn't sure I was ready for that. Sure, I liked watching women cum. It was a stretch from that, to having a relationship with another woman. Manon's oral skills had been great, were all women that good? I'd offered to go down on her. A sort of present for what she'd done. Would I have actually done it? Would I have been any good? I've been here quite a while now, with no sign of any eligible men, who I was interested in. I just went back to using my laptop and the memories of Camille and Manon.

A few weeks later, grandma told me to dress up nicely for Sunday afternoon, we were having a visitor. A business contact, someone for one of her videos, who else? As it turned out, she had been putting things in motion, behind my back. The visitor was Alessia. I was gobsmacked. She is stunning. She must be nearly six feet tall. Long black hair, deep brown eyes, dusky skin and a tremendous figure. What would somebody like that want with average height, average looking me. I didn't want anything based on the fact, that I might be the only local woman, willing to sleep with her.

We had coffee and cakes. Grandma stayed with us. Was she acting as chaperone or hanging around to see what happened. Alessia is as charming as she is beautiful. When grandma went to make more coffee, she slipped me her phone number. Was she really interested in me? Or, was I going to be led on and disappointed? The afternoon came to an end and Alessia went home. Not too far away as it turns out. She works in town but lives with her parents at one of the other groves. She has a cottage on the estate. She didn't look like she was cut out for farming olives. Far too elegant. In fact, she is the manager of a fashion store. That made a lot more sense. Her elder brother would one day take over their grove.

I hesitated for a couple of days, unsure whether I should call her. She must have wanted it. I waited until Wednesday. Not wanting to seem over eager but also unsure, whether I should do it at all. I arranged to meet her in town, for a drink, when she finished work. I trudged up the driveway to catch the bus. This meant stout shoes, trousers and a shirt. Not exactly date clothing. I felt incredibly under dressed when she turned up in heels and a smart dress. Probably blunt and to the point, I got that from grandma,

"Why are you interested in me?"

"I think you're cute. You have personality. I'm a good judge of character. I deal with people all day every day. You come across as bold but with a gentle side."

We talked about the groves, why she left and went to the city. That's where she discovered, what her true feelings were like. She had a girlfriend at university but when she came back home, they split up. She'd not been with anyone since. Like me, having trouble finding someone she liked. I explained about my one and only experience with Manon.

"She sounds great. I can't say that I can match up to her."

I wondered if I had been spoiled by the first woman I'd been with. No way to know. Over the next couple of hours, we resolved to see how things went. At least until we had worked out if we could be together. Step one being to spend some time together. Not easy in this conservative country backwater. Alessia got on her phone and booked us a weekend break, at an hotel in the city. I told her I didn't have much money. Her comment,

"My treat. It is where I went to university. I'll show you around. Nice sites, good food and bars."

Just over a week later, I packed my bag and said goodbye to grandma. She shoved and envelope into my hand. Grandpa drove me up the drive in the truck. We sat and waited. Alessia drove up in a really smart looking car.

"If you don't get on, get her to give me a ring." Grandpa said, with a smile.

I thanked him and got into the passenger seat of Alessia's car. As she drove off, I opened the envelope. Inside, a card, saying have a fantastic time. Within that, as much money as I normally spent in a month. I grinned. Alessia asked me what was so funny. I told her about the card and cash. She certainly knew where she was going. She drove straight to the hotel, no satnav. Down the ramp into the underground parking area. Had she brought anyone else here? None of my business. Not a hint of judgement by the receptionist, as two women booked into a room with a double bed. I couldn't imagine that at home.

A porter took our bags up to the room. High up, we had a great view over the city. Across all of the old buildings, to the cathedral in the centre. She pointed out the university buildings in the distance. We unpacked and went to the bar for a coffee. When we had finished, we went for a walk around. All of the shops looked really expensive. She took me to a nice park, not too far from the hotel. We sat on a bench overlooking a large lake. She put her arm around my shoulder. I must have flinched.

"Sorry. Are you alright?"

"My fault. I'm not used to being affectionate in public. I don't mind."

The temporary absence of her arm, restored. I would have struggled in this situation, with a boyfriend too. Close up, she smelled fabulous, her perfume must be really expensive. Certainly compared to my body spray. This was a lovely way to spend the afternoon. Lots of people walking by, a few rowing on the lake. Even if this had been the entirety of our date, I would have been happy. Time to head back and get ready for dinner. Alessia had booked a table in the the hotel restaurant.

Back in the room, she got undressed. Not a hint that she was uncomfortable with her body. Unlike me. She had no need to be. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity. Not too large, nipples small and neat. Flat stomach and shaved pussy. She turned, her bum is incredible. Hardly a hint of a wobble. I felt like her legs would have reached my belly button, they are so long. Seeing her now, I was even more surprised, that she wanted anything to do with me. I wanted to watch her shower but this was too early for that sort of intimacy. At least in my mind. She had hung her dress in the wardrobe. Not surprising, expensive. I folded mine up and put it in the drawer. Ten or fifteen minutes later, she reappeared. Towel wrapped around her middle.

Naked before her, I shuffled in an embarrassed way. At least, I had the awareness to tidy up my pubic hair. Not shaved like her but trimmed short and tidy.

"Don't be shy. You shouldn't worry. Be happy with how you look."

"That's easy for you to say."

"It's a curse as well as a benefit. You wouldn't believe how many men think it's fine just to grope you, because you look like this. You look great."

Slightly less self conscious, I went for my shower. When I finished, she was drying her hair. Long and black it was flowing in waves, as she used the drier. No need for that with my short cut, just a rub with a towel. She flicked her hair back, stood up, walked over and kissed me. Not just a little peck, a long and passionate kiss. Was I proud or grateful to be in this situation? Probably both. She moved away and started to get dressed. Expensive and exotic looking underwear. It made my everyday stuff look scruffy. She didn't comment. I apologised.

"I don't care. Just be yourself. All I want is the real you."

We put on our dresses and shoes. Was she doing me a favour? Flat shoes to my heels. At least it made the difference in our heights less obvious. Dinner was incredible. I've never had food and wine so nice. Not even on family holidays with my parents. I now felt a lot more relaxed and comfortable. Even in this sort of environment. All down to Alessia.

Back up to our room. Now I was out of my depth. We undressed and got in to bed. Alessia took charge.

"Don't think you have to do anything."

We kissed. Hard not to be in awe, of her fabulous body. Up close and naked, it felt incredible. Manon had gone down on me but that was the only experience I had. This was different, romantic, erotic, exciting. Her touch like Manon's gentle and arousing. On our sides bodies pressed together, warm and soft. I explored with my fingers. A hand between us, feeling her breast, her hard nipple against my palm. Along her side and round to her buttocks. So firm. She lifted her knee, resting it on my leg. An invitation? I slid my hand down her stomach, her body moved away from me, creating space. Fingers across the bulge. So smooth. No sign of stubble. My first touch of pussy, other than in my mother's video. This was different. I was exploring, not just intent on creating an orgasm.

She in turn was undertaking her own exploration. More experienced and confident with her touch. I wanted to try everything. With her already leaning slightly away from me, I eased her further away. She took the hint and slipped on to her back. I wanted to savour the experience, in case I didn't get another chance. Still not confident, that I was worthy of her attention. I knelt beside her, stroking her with my hands and gently applying my lips, to her neck, chest, breasts and abdomen. As I moved down her body, she began stroking my back and bottom. She seemed happy to let me take my time. A cute triangle of moles in the crease at the top of her thigh. I kissed them. She wriggled, ticklish? Looking down on her pussy, similar to Camille's, a neat and tidy slit. Just a slight hint of a couple of hairs around her perineum. I kissed and stroked my way along her legs. Wow they were long and shapely. Her touch left me as I moved down the bed.

I turned and looked at her, she had a serene smile on her face. I ran my hands up her inner thighs and up the crease at the top, across the three moles. Definitely ticklish, she chuckled and wriggled. As I brought my hands back down, she opened her legs slightly. I climbed rather clumsily, almost falling, between her knees. Her slit showed just the faintest sign of opening. I brushed the backs of my fingers ether side of her labia. A few strokes later and the back of my right index finger ran up her slit. I looked, my finger was damp. I lifted and licked it. Her eyes were bright, as she smiled. Taking a leaf out of Camille's book, I took two fingers in to my mouth then ran them up her pussy. She opened her legs wider, her pussy lips followed the action.

Taking the plunge. I shuffled my knees back down the bed and lay between those gorgeous legs. For the first time in my life, my lips made contact another woman's pussy. I've tasted my own. Was this different? Similar. I suppose everyone is slightly different. I kissed her so many times. Was I afraid of going further? Maybe. I stuck out my tongue and wiped it up her slit. Difficult to describe the taste. Sweet, salty, musky? I pushed my tongue inside and against he upper wall of her vagina. Lifting my head slightly, I could see her pee hole. I rubbed my tongue over it. Was that wrong? The men I'd been with often pulled me wide and attacked my clit. I was determined not to do that. I used my fingers but rubbing along the lower part of her entrance as I slowly approached her clit.

She began to get very wet. Not only that, she was letting out little sighs and groans. Was I doing it right? It seemed so. Turning on an amazing looking woman, was doing the same thing for me. Slowly moving my tongue, I finally made contact with her clit. She opened and pulled back her legs even more. Lips and tongue working in unison, her thighs closed on me. He pussy was pulsing. She let out a quiet,

"Huuuuw."

Remembering Manon's prolonged efforts, a short pause and I carried on. She had obviously been a good teacher. A couple more orgasms. She was beginning to writhe and wriggle. Then something bigger. Her legs jerked straight. Her hand put gentle pressure on my head, pushing it back.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Anyone in the adjacent rooms would have got a shock at the volume. Either that, or they would have had a treat. I would have been in the latter category, probably masturbating to the sounds.

"Come here." She said softly.

I slid up her body, laying on top of her, trying to keep my weight off her. She didn't care. She wrapped her arms around my back and squeezed me tight. She planted a long passionate kiss on my lips, despite them being coated with her essence.

"That's never your first time."

"Mmm." I nodded.

Being taller and presumably stronger than me, it took little effort for her to roll me over. Now on our sides, her hand slid down my stomach, her rock hard nipples brushing my skin, as she did. I was so turned on, from what I'd done for her, I wouldn't last long. Her fingers down to my pussy, were running over my pussy, barely touching my skin. I came in second, hugging her tight to my chest. As I relaxed my grip, her other hand slid down my back. A slight shuffle down the bed and her hand was exploring my bum as her other one continued stroking my pussy. I knew I was really wet. Alessia took advantage. The fingers on my bum, sought out my anus. A finger rubbed back and forth over my slippery hole. My breathing was becoming ragged. Rubbing my clit rapidly but softly, she pushed a finger in to my arsehole. I thought I was going to explode. I had totally lost control. Did I shout and scream? I had no idea. I think my groin was pressed against her as my back arched, my legs straightened and my toes curled.

I felt that she was going to carry on. I had to tell her,

"No."

"So cute."

I've never thought of myself as cute, just plain and average. I don't stand out in a crowd. She moved up, our faces an inch apart. Her lips briefly met mine. Just a gentle brush. A lot to take in. She liked my oral efforts. I felt incredibly pleased with myself. Was I in to anal, like mum and grandma? I'd rubbed my bum when getting myself off. I'd never put anything in it. Did I enjoy it? I think the result spoke for itself. I don't think I wanted to take it as far, as I'd seen at home. That wasn't for me but this was great. I was still feeling incredibly grateful, that Alessia showed some interest in me. We slept in each other's arms.

In the morning we showered and went down to breakfast. Returning to the room, to get ready for the day, a young couple next door were just going out. They said good morning and the woman winked at us. We got inside the room and we both began laughing. We sorted some things out and packed them in our handbags. Alessia drove us to the university campus. She wanted to look around, for old times sake. I didn't study beyond school. I had to admit, the buildings and open spaces were nice. I insisted on paying for lunch, with some of the money grandma had given me. In the afternoon, we parked up and did the tourist thing. Walking round the old part of the city, taking pictures of the sites and each other. We decided on dinner at the hotel, so that we could both have some wine.

We retired early. We would have to leave early in the morning, for Alessia to be back at work on time. I showered first. While I was washing, Alessia walked in, sat on the toilet and had a pee. I suppose everyone has to do it. I'd never seen anyone. Now, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen was doing it in front of me. Could I do that, with someone I'd only just got to know. No. She is a lot more self assured, than I am.

After her shower, not too much time for further exploration. I fingered her to an orgasm with my thumb in her arse. She seemed to like my thumb being pushed all the way in and pulled completely out. She went down on me. She need not have worried about a comparison with Manon. She was great.

I think both of us slept really well. Alessia woke me, after her alarm went off. I was still drowsy. We dressed casually, took our bags down to reception and checked out. No time for breakfast. In fact we were too early for it. A stop at a coffee shop. Two black coffees to go and we were on our way again. She dropped me at the end of the drive. I couldn't blame her. I wouldn't drive down to the house, in a car like hers. We kissed and I walked slowly back. I don't think this was just sex. This was more. How much more? If I got my way, as much as was humanly possible. How could you not want that. The walk down the drive gave me time to make that decision.

I dropped my bag inside the door and went to find grandma. She could tell from the look on my face, that I was ecstatically happy. She gave me a hug. I couldn't thank her enough, for setting me off down this route. It wasn't anything I could have imagined, when I first came her. She had news and a request.

"Your mum was here. If Luca asks, she was here to see you."

"What has she been up to now?"

"Some time with the brothers and a surprise visit from Francesco."

"I don't want to know the details."

She just smiled. I sent a long email to Manon. I told her all about Alessia and attached a photo of her outside the cathedral, in the city. A whole series of thumbs up and smiley emojis came back.

Over the next few weeks, things moved rapidly. I spent more and more time with Alessia. To the point where grandpa bought me a small 4x4, so that I could drive backwards and forwards. A month in to our relationship, I moved in to her cottage. I drove daily back to the grove for work. Eventually, when I took over, the two of us would move to the main house at the grove. I think for now, the arrangement worked well. I was happy, not to be involved in my grandparents sex life. I didn't mind what they did but I didn't need to be part of it. It also gave them the freedom, to do as they pleased.

Lucia and Gino, were scaling back the time they spent working. I was doing more and hired the two brothers full time, to help me out. I think my grandparents were happy about that. To me, their presence was only related to work. What they did after that, was their business.

My relationship with Alessia was flourishing. The sex was amazing. Having our own place allowed us to relax and be ourselves. Alessia introduced me to her sex toy collection. She bought some just for me. Her favourites some flashy looking butt plugs. A couple of which she would wear to work, all day. It took me a while to want to try it. When I did, I only used smaller ones than her and I didn't keep them in as long. I did enjoy the feeling of having one in, when other people were around, not knowing my dirty secret.

Nearly a year on, we are approaching the new harvest season. Both of us were starting to think about, what the future would bring. Alessia's family line would continue. Her bother Antonio and his wife Gaia, have two children. Their grove would, most likely, continue. I'm an only child. My parents advice would be to sell up. I didn't want to do that. I loved being out here. Family is important in the country. Far more so, than in the city, where I grew up. We were certain that we would stay together. We wanted a family. I tricky issue for a couple of women in this area. We wouldn't be permitted to adopt. Some of the attitudes here are a bit archaic. That meant finding a man.

Alessia has never been with a man and the thought of it left her cold. That left to me. What to do? I'd not found anyone, when I was single. One option, to wait for the part time harvest help to arrive, at our two family properties and hope. I was shocked when Alessia suggested option two.

"Antonio."

"I can't have sex with your brother. That's sick. What would Gaia say?"

"That's not what I'm saying. IVF silly. Let's talk to them, at least."

They were amazing. Like I said, family is important out here. They agreed. Probably a bit strange for him. Any child I gave birth to, would be his son or daughter as well as nephew or niece. It took two cycles for me to become pregnant.

Everyone was really happy, even my parents. They had initially been less than supportive, about my relationship. Life is good. Alessia looks after me really well. My link to her family now one of blood. Gaia is an amazing source of parenting information. I was really impressed with the two brothers. They took a lot of the weight, while I was less than mobile. I gave them both big bonuses. Grandma and Grandpa even stepped back in for a while too. I'd gone from single and looking for a man, to having a family with a beautiful woman. I couldn't possibly complain about that.