You know, that little booth they had in the front of a small store where you cash checks, etc. She worked in there with the owners daughter. While we ...were in bed, warming up, one night, she told me she'd heard a rumor that the owners daughter, Nancy, was the town slut. She had parties and invited all the stock boys over for gang bangs. However, Nikki didn't know if it was true or not. "Are you hinting at something?" I asked. She smiled and said, "No, now that we were gown-ups, let's put all. Some of these farmersplay rough, especially if they don't know you." I'll be ready." We arrived at the table and picked-up two large, tall glasses of bug juice, a purple concoction of grapes and squeezings ofthe unknown. "Lets go outside and find a shade tree, Maggie, it's toohot in here."We found an oak far enough away from most of the crowd to speakprivately, sitting on the grass. I looked around on the way for Joanne,but didn't see her. I figured that she might be avoiding us to give ussome. I was focused now – utterly. I had somehow regained full control of myself, knowing what I had to deliver and knowing that if I did, I would have a night I would never forget – the best ass I’d ever had in my life.Knowing that …His ass would be wholly mine – solely mine: the first to enter it, the first to break it in, the first to breed it, the first to make it what it was meant to be. All that and a night that would change the k** forever. Pressure? Fuck yeah, but I thrived on it. My cock. As we pulled up to the resort, I was surprised to find that the Beach House looked more like a mansion and was pleased to be greeted at the door by Claudia, one of the two other staff members.My immediate impression of Claudia was of a grandmotherly woman in her mid-fifties with her hair piled up in loose bun. I kept expecting her at any moment to ask, "Would you like a cookie?" No cookies were offered, but I did learn that she'd immigrated to the island from Chile years ago and was responsible.