"It wasn't me," she said.

"Well, I guess I better get back to work, then. Sure you don't want me to drive you back to the house?" he said, looking at her closely. "You seem a little pale."

"No, l'm just fine," she replied, flashing him a grin. "I'll be okay. Thank you anyway."

She watched him return to work then started the pick-up. As she drove down the narrow, dusty road, she laughed out loud. If Jake had gotten in the truck to drive her to the house, he would have seen her open pants and the dark curls of her cunt. She stopped in front of the house, pulling up the zipper on her jeans then climbed out.

The house was old, but very well kept. It had two floors, and was huge, with three fireplaces. It had been in her husband's family for over a hundred years. The old-fashioned clock on the mantle told her that Carolyn and Bobby would be home from school soon. Lynn had just enough time to get a bath. She felt happy as she soaked in the huge, claw-footed tub.

She had been finger-fucking herself in the pick-up, watching the men, for some time now. It bad been very exciting at first and it was still exciting but it seemed to be losing some of its appeal. She still wasn't certain what her reaction would be if any of them made a pass at her or saw what she was doing.

Maybe Jake…

Jake was about her age and quite good-looking. He didn't talk like the other workers. His speech and mannerisms indicated his intelligence. She was certain he didn't belong in the groves, even though she had made him foreman of the crews.

He had showed up one day when she was desperate for men, and hired him with some misgivings. He was too well dressed, his hands too soft. He didn't give her the impression of a man used to working with his hands. Still, she needed every worker she could get. He proved to be a hard worker and he was good with the other men. He knew how to get more work out of them without making anyone mad.