I knew something was odd about the way she had told her story last night and the way she had been acting today. What's funny is her words didn't strik... me the way you might think. I tried not to let on, but I was elated. She was more of a slut than I thought. I had another story coming. "It's alright Molly." I said in my most supportive tone. "I don't care if you fucked an army. I still love you." Molly hugged me tightly and I kissed her. I couldn't wait to hear more. "Do you remember when you. “Sir, Sir!” the young clerk repeated with no break in my gaze. I felt a soft hand on mine and nearly leaped out of my skin.“Sir,” the young lady said, “Your baskets are ready.”“S, S, Sure,” I stammered and handed her my credit card. I didn’t break my gaze at the vision of beauty that continued approaching me directly, those seductive hips holding their grip on my mind.As the young clerk pushed the receipt and card back at me the woman of interest stepped around the end of the kiosk and. I wanted to see the look on her face as the first guy slid his cock into her wet pussy. The next pic came in with the first guy banging her, cock buried deep in her pussy. The look on Jessica’s face is what I could only describe as rapture. Minutes go by and another pick comes in with the second guy doing her doggy style, her hands clenching the bed sheets as he grabbed firm hold of her hips, or as I fondly called them, Doggy-Style-Handles. They were obviously taking turns on her because. Sarah was having a hard time not laughing at me. She giggled and sputtered and coughed up a storm. We eventually calmed down and finished our picking. Bottom line was that we were tied so there was no clear winner or loser. I gave back the kiss that Sarah had given me earlier.Next up on our learning experience was gathering eggs. We went out to the hen house with our little baskets to gather eggs. That was a much easier job than the other two we had done. Sally showed us how to view the eggs to.