I guessed Sara to be around five two or three, around a hundred and ten pounds and dark red hair. She reminded me of Reba the singer. She had on, over...a pretty nice ass, a black hip- hugger type of skirt, about six or seven inches above the knees and an emerald green, pull over sweater, that fit like a second skin and let I'd guess, a set of full B's show there stuff. I did have to admit, It was all in a damn nice looking package. I just hoped I wasn't drooling when we got to the table.I had. "Damn you were right Sam. I think he does suck dick better than his mama." he exclaimed.My mind raced, and I wondered what he was talking about. Had all of these guys fucked my mom just like they were about to fuck me? I didn't really let it bother me, but just took the compliment and tried to suck him the best I could. By this time the other two guys started taking off their pants. As their semi hard cocks were swinging next to me, I reached out with both hands and grabbed both of them. Erkla had to haul in water for his garden; otherwise, all of his hard work would have gone for naught. We all pitched in and got the harvesting done so that nothing was lost to dry weather, but it was a close thing on some of the vegetables.Finally, it was time for the fall auroch slaughter, though nobody called it that. A messenger rode in from Chief Umgallah and asked if the "hunt" was on for this fall. I sent word back that we would be ready to leave with him when they arrived in two days.. He allowed his lips to get pretty close, but neither approach towards my center resulted in actual contact.Fed up with his teasing and needing the contact desperately, I began to reach for my clit myself when his big hand stopped me.“Don’t you dare,” he admonished me. “Do I have to remind you of our agreement?”A little breathless from my panting, but still knowing what he wanted to hear, I gasped out “nobody but you pleasures me unless you give permission and nobody but me pleasures you without.