Steven told the melon farmer that he was on a quest to slay the dragon that harried his village, but confessed that he had never actually seen a drago...n and mistook the farmer and his basket for the foe. The farmer got a good laugh out of this. Since Steven was there, and it was the peak of melon harvest, and it appeared he was capable of carrying a great deal on his back, the melon farmer convinced Steven to help him pick melons which amounted to Steven dragging the huge basket while the farmer. I see now that I was learning more then sexual technique, that I was also learning how to serve another, how to fulfill my need to be submissive, how to beg for my needs.I began to masturbate myself almost every night and had some success in achieving minor orgasm that at the time pleased me. On nights when I was able to hear my parents making love in their room it was far easier for me to reach orgasm. Over the next year or so, I would frequently ask my mother to join me when my father was. Our Mothers and our sisters are the same way as us. Both Mothers have watched all us k**s fucking ever since we found out what sex was. Both Fathers have fucked all of us girls, and each others wives. When we had company as c***dren, our Mothers would ask male guests if they wanted to fuck one or all of us. If they said yes the one or more they chose would take them to a convenient place and give them some pussy. It's always been a way of life for all of us. Nobody ever forced us to do. Piss on you Robertson’, cried Rosie who was obviously upset. They had been very close and Margo’s sudden departure without a word was certainly a big shock for Rosie. Margo had created a small undercover lesbian circle, giving each woman a release and some sex which they badly needed. The two women continued their tussle with their nose buried in the other’s panties around their neck. Kisses replaced tears and screams. Rosie grabbed Margo and dragged her to the bathroom. Margo was feeling bad.