Bored, he checks what Oz and wife are doing

Juan in the meantime had grown slightly impatient at the table with the children. He had been playing and chatting with them for at least twenty minutes. He was thinking when the breakfast would be served already so he could go out and do some work around the ranch. He was hoping Oz would show him around and help him out afterwards.

He stood up from the table and as he looked into the kitchen through an open door he saw just his wife bent over a cupboard near a stove with a slightly weird facial expression, he thought. She was almost biting into her lips and her head was bobbing slightly back and forth. She glanced over towards him with an expression filled with a bit of fear. To Juan it looked as if she was trying to endure something. At first he thought she was pretending to understand something, but in reality, despite nodding her head she had issues with getting a clear grasp of something – like using some electronics, maybe.

Oz in the meantime was fully ecstatic, her butt would just mould any way he moved against her and fully engulf his crotch. His hands were basically devouring her hips and waist as they could not get enough of the soft touch. He began to pull on her dress by her waist, making it slowly rise higher and higher. At this point Maria turned around slightly and put her hand against his large chest with a facial expression which was on the verge of tears and pleading him to stop.

“Please, Master Oz, stop.” She whispered.

Juan had not seen this unfold as he just turned to his children and told them he would go check up on where the breakfast was staying. Then he began to walk with slow, but heavy steps towards the kitchen.

Once he stood in the door he saw both Oz and Maria standing near the stove. Oz was slightly adjusting his pants for some reason and Maria was tucking on her dress which had gotten wedged inside of her large mounds and putting her braids back behind herself from the front.

“Is everything OK?” Juan asked slightly worried and saw that breakfast was almost halfway done.

“Of course, mi amigo. I am just showing her how to use this electrical stove and I helped her lift this large bottle of sunflower oil.” He lifted the bottle again, pressing it slightly against his jeans, making it look as if this was the reason why he had to adjust his pants.

“Oh, so that! We all waiting at table! Very hungry! Please hurry up, el amor!” and winked at his wife before turning around and returning to the table.

“I am Glad you are working for me, Maria!” he exclaimed. Once he saw that Juan was farther away he pushed her against the counter again and whispered into her ears: “Your husband’s a very lucky man, you know.”