Rational thought was beyond reach while her hand continued moving down until she was cupping her sensitive mound through the tapered front of her thon.... Her hand was wider than the strip of fabric.As her fingers explored the heated flesh of her inner thighs, she felt the slick of her own honey smearing her skin. She pushed aside the scant strip of fabric and let her fingers play over the shape of her pussy, stroking and teasing her lips until the heated flow of her body's nectar seemed to be. "It's our last harvest. We bring in as much corn as we can and anything else that is ripe. Then in evening we have a party," she explains.The ladies have been milling around till now, gather up the baskets that are piled at our feet."Even if I don't know what a ripe corn looks like I can still carry," I swing two baskets up and follow the ladies out to the waiting field.I remember corn from my childhood, golden ripe and sweet, I hope this is the kind you want to eat so I ask."Is this field corn. A week before I reached fifteen she asked my parents if she could take me for a long weekend as an early Birthday present again my parents agreed although my Sisters moaned and bitched that was alright they weren’t invited.Hazel picked me up from School and we drove to the coast although out of season she had booked a family room one double bed and one single,After our meal which was quiet both of us realized things between were going to change we went to our room as it was late Hazel suggested. I was shocked to hear that Joyce shared my suspicions. We had been aware of our mates spending time with each other. A lot of time. They had been meeting secretly. For almost a month, maybe more.The restaurant hostess seated me, and I nervously waited for my best friend’s wife. I felt ashamed that I was meeting Joyce alone in this way, though I wasn’t doing it for the same reasons that I suspected Anna and Mike were meeting.Joyce came through the restaurant entrance, scanned the tables, and.