I decided to eavesdrop in on their conversation.I could clearly hear Steve and Frank discussing my arse!"She has a fantastic arse, hasn't she" I heard...Steve say."Yes it's a beauty, ain't it?" was Frank's reply. To this I heard Keith, the very young lad, say, "I've watched her wiggle it around the shop a few times, a real cock tease, isn't she"Bill interjected at this point, "Aye son, she is that, but she fucking delivers the goods as well. She's a right dirty slut at times."I could then hear. It came out of no-where. We had never discussed such a thing and I certainly hadn’t thought about it. I just laughed and told her dildos were for woman. But she wasn’t laughing. She told me she had bought a douche and told me she was in charge. “Go and use this” she demanded as she handed me the douche. I could see she was turned on and so I did as she demanded. After all, I did enjoy when she got assertive. I disappeared into the bathroom and flushed. I was actually surprised to find that I. Most were there as couples so Sophie felt as if she was missing out. She had always been a ‘worry about it later’ kind of girl so she let herself go and soon found herself on the dancefloor alone with a drink in one hand as she danced, recklessly sipping from stranger’s drink straws as she flirted her way around the room, it was innocent enough. It didn’t take long for her to have guys grinding against her and dancing with her, there was no way that outfit wasn’t going to garner a lot of. The farm was small, but typical of the family farms in the Carolina piedmont during the 60s and 70s. In those days, before the considerable attack on the tobacco industry, the growing of bright leaf tobacco, rotated with soybeans and other crops was particularly important to the economy in that rural county. In addition to tobacco, Uncle Bill grew wheat, oats, and forage for the livestock, as well as maintaining a large garden that produced vegetables for the family table and sale to the.