Of course, Mi casa es tu casa

“I think I can let you stay here at my ranch.” The man’s eyes shot wide open and a large smile formed on his face. “But you have to do some work for me.”

“Of course! Anything! Very thankful!” he called Maria over and quickly told her what they discussed. Her eyes filled with tears of joy yet again and the way she looked at Oz seemed to remind him of a puppy more than anything. She grabbed his hands and pulled them towards her heart area, but all Oz could feel with his clasped fist was the soft sensation of large breasts stretching out from his and her touch. He could feel a fast heartbeat at last once his own calmed down.

“Very thankful!” she said and released his hand to turn to her husband and hugged him.

After the scene of pure bliss and joy the children seemed more and more relieved and happy too. Juan shortly asked once he saw that Oz intended to leave them to unpack their belongings and get changed:

“Senor Oz. Just moment! What job we do?”

“About that… Don’t worry, you can all rest up and I will tell you first thing tomorrow when we have breakfast.”

“Senor Oz… Gracias… Is okay to call Master Oz?” he asked as a genuine way to thank him with a more polite way of addressing him.

“Sure, I don’t mind! Good night. Sleep well, y’all!” he responded and walked away slowly, with a huge smile on his face, towards his own room in a separate area of the building.

It was around midnight already with the moon fully visible in the night sky, shining in through Oz’s window. His head was still filled with images of the thick little wife Juan has. Her large proportions make any female from around his area pale in comparison he thought. All the women had boards for bodies or had sagging small butts, but expected you to pay for them all lifelong. As this thought crossed his mind, he was put back at ease with an image of the voluptuous goddess who had come to his house today. He wanted her, the sooner the better. His palms itched as he remembered the soft sensation of her breasts and wondered what her seat-cushions may feel like. He could almost feel his tip binge into her tight orifices. A few minutes later, he fell asleep as he imagined her buttocks before his mental eye.