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After thinking more carefully, Max knows that it's 4% easier for his muscles to flex.
How can he know something so small?
This is all thanks to his enhanced senses, because we're not just talking about touch, but also taste, smell, sight, and hearing. When all the senses combine, they result in something called perception.
Broadly speaking, perception is recognizing every different change in the body. Max held a rock the size of his palm and only had to press hard enough to break the rock into several fragments.
Maximus didn't have to think too hard to figure out what caused that 4% increase because he only had to look straight ahead:
4 hectares plowed = 4% efficiency.
The question is what happens when his efficiency reaches 20%, 60%, 80%, or 100%? Can his body go further? We're talking about 120%, 180%, or 200%, how about 400%.
At this moment, Max only has one way to answer his questions. The boy looks back at the fields where the other 6 hectares are ready to be plowed.
With this thought in mind, Max finally gets up and, with the hoe in hand, the boy walks toward the fifth hectare.
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"Olga, good afternoon!" Celina shouted from the patio after she arrived. Seconds later, Olga comes to the door, drying her hands and smiling. The grandmother is wearing a long dress, flat shoes, and an apron.
Celina's face is shocked at Olga's new appearance. —"Good heavens, did you have some kind of cosmetic surgery.?"— the woman asks, approaching her friend to look at her face more closely.
Olga doesn't answer the question; she just smiles and models her friend: —"I see that.?"— Celina looks Olga over from head to toe before answering: —"It's like 20 years have been shaved off your life. All that work cost you an arm and a leg. "— This time, Olga doesn't answer either, inviting her neighbor and friend onto the porch. —"Come on, Celina, come and sit down."—
Celina stepped forward without a second thought. —"Right, tell me what the heck happened at the lake.?"— Celina asks before heading to one of the chairs.
Olga immediately begins to narrate the adventure in great detail to her friend... Anna appears carrying a serving tray with two cups of tea.
Natasha greets Celia from the doorway with a wave of her hand. Afterwards, the woman returns to the house to continue organizing the newly purchased pantry with her daughter, Anna.
The farm no longer had any animals to care for, so the extra work had already ended, and since Grandma had no plans to buy more animals, Anna spends her days lying on the couch, while her mother, Natasha, does the housework like a full-time housewife.
Seeing her daughter leaning toward the couch, Natasha stops the girl: —"Anna, go sweep the yard."—
—"Mom, the sun is shining brightly. Do you want me to get heatstroke?"— the girl says, somewhat indignantly.
Natasha rolls her eyes: —"Okay, wash your clothes."— Anna immediately shakes her head. —"Mom, the washing machine isn't working anymore, and we have to send it in for repairs."— Natasha remembers this and laments silently with a few gestures. —"Fine, go clean the kitchen." —
The girl immediately shakes her head: —"No, Mom, I'd rather clean my bedroom." — Hearing this, Natasha was about to scold her daughter, but remembering the dumpster her daughter uses as a room, the lady immediately agrees. —"Fine." — But instead of continuing cleaning the house, Natasha waits for Anna to actually go upstairs and clean her bedroom.
When Anna finally disappears on the second floor, Natasha sighed deeply... —"Good heavens, this girl." — With that, the lady turned around and headed to the kitchen to see if Max had finished plowing the next hectare of the day.
Natasha was surprised to see that the boy had not only finished plowing the second hectare, but Max was on his third of the day, and he's already more than halfway there. —"Now what the hell is he doing?" — Natasha said loudly.
—"Do what.?"— Olga asks as she enters the kitchen, followed closely by Celina behind Grandma...
It was impossible for Natasha to change the subject: —"Nothing, Mom, Max is already finishing his third hectare of the day and his fifth this week."—
Olga nods and looks out the window with Natasha. —"He's Alondra's youngest son, a very hard-working young man, and he came just for this vacation."— Grandma patiently explained to her friend and neighbor, Celina..
—"By tomorrow afternoon, this boy will have finished plowing the 10 fields I have."— Olga says proudly, raising her gaze next and her chest.
—"Wow!!!"— Coment Celina is amazed and immediately adds: —"I wish I had such a hard-working grandson, not those two donkeys."— Mrs. Celia is referring to her son and grandson who live on the outskirts of LakeTown and rarely come to check on her. When they do, it's to ask for money or food.
Olga also has one of those, and he's her oldest son, so she won't comment on Celina's situation:
—"Max will be with us only this week and the next, in case you want to hire him or know someone who would be interested, I would appreciate any recommendation."— Olga comments before starting to prepare the afternoon meal with Natasha, while they continue talking with Celina.
Before lunch, Celina says goodbye, and although Olga and Natasha invited her to lunch, the woman politely declined, making an excuse. Since Olga had already promoted Max's job, she didn't insist too much on her neighbor staying for lunch.
After saying goodbye to Celia, the grandmother waited by the door for a few more minutes, making sure that her neighbor had indeed returned home.
—"I'm going to see Max."— Olga said loudly.
—"Okay."— Natasha answers from the kitchen, and she looks out the window. When Olga is no longer in sight, the woman turns around and goes up to the second floor.
Natasha walks as quickly as she can down the second-floor hallway and enters her bedroom. The woman has at least 20 minutes to change her clothes before her mother and Max return.
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Olga doesn't take long to cross the path, the bullring, and the old stables, entering the fields, quickly finding Max.
Olga greeted the boy a few times before walking toward the barn, more than 200 meters away on her way back. Max noticed the direction Olga was heading, and Grandma waited a few seconds by the door before slowly entering the barn.
Max's curiosity spiked when he saw Olga disappear into the barn, and he threw his tools in the middle of the field before walking toward the barn entrance.
As he entered, the boy met Olga a few meters ahead, next to some bales of hay stacked in two rows.
Olga looks at one of the bales, her mouth twisting into a grimace. —"The last thing I need is to lie on top of these."— She points to the loose bale of hay and how those things dig into her back and butt.
Olga turns around so she can face Max. The woman looks at him closely. —"Good heavens."— Olga grabs the edges of her dress and lifts the fabric, revealing her panties. —"I was about to change before come and see, but look at the mess I'm in."— The woman points to a wet spot above her crotch.
—"Wow!!! That looks like a swamp."— Max comments, pointing to the stain on her panties before getting close enough to Olga and adding, —"Do you want something fast or go slow.?"—
The guy's question makes Olga smile because in the end, Max is going to end up fucking her. —"Let him do something."— The woman says before looking toward the barn door and nervously swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Even though the probability of someone coming in and finding them is very small, there's still that probability.
—"Now come here."— Olga says, signaling for the boy to come closer. When Max is a couple of steps away, Olga bends down and gets on her knees.
When the boy comes within range, the woman grabs the fabric of his pants and pulls him close enough to her.— "Come here, let Grandma help you a little." —With that, the woman places both hands on his waistband and unbuttons his pants. Then she moves to the zipper and unzips it without any ceremony.
Olga pulls down his pants along with his boxers, and when she's facing him, the woman holds her breath and looks at his shaft in detail. —"Shit."— she says before using both hands, one on his shaft and slowly stimulating him, the other hand to tenderly massage his balls, while she swallows another mouthful of saliva.
Olga raises her gaze to Max's face as she opens her mouth in a huge O and slowly moves closer to place the tip of the shaft against her lips.
Max thrusts his hips forward, causing his shaft to move a few inches deeper.
Olga stops wasting time and begins to move her head back and forth, slowly swallowing every inch of the shaft until it is filled with a thin layer of saliva. She rests her hands on the outside of the guy's thighs to enhance her work.
For his part, Max places his hands on Olga's head and gently pushes in, helping her swallow a little more of the shaft.
Seconds later, saliva accumulates in the woman's mouth, making sloshing sounds as the shaft enters and exits her mouth. But this doesn't last long because Olga tires and stops the blowjob. She stands up, turns around, and lifts her dress, bending over just enough to reveal her ass.
Max doesn't need to be a nuclear scientist to know what Olga is asking for at this moment, so the guy grabs her panties and slams them down until they are below her knees.
Max holds his shaft in one hand and slaps her soft, creamy buttocks with the other.
Olga lets out a small scream in response. —"You son of a bitch, what the fuck are you doing.?"— Then the guy aligns the tip of his shaft toward the honey pot before taking his next step, finally inserting it all the way in and beyond.
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