I pushed my body against his as we rubbed each other. Hatch slipped his hands under my shirt and broke our kiss to remove it; I wasn’t wearing a bra...and he looked stunned as he stared at my tits. I grabbed a riding blanket and threw it over a pile of hay so I could lie down. He followed and laid over me. I moaned as Hatch took my breasts into his mouth, gently teasing my erect nipples with his teeth. This made the juices flow from my pussy; I could feel the wetness on my thigh. I rubbed my hand. But it wasn't enough.Finally, he got bold and just had me come to his room and I would sit and chat with his wife and he. We would sneak to the back room for some quick wet kisses, fondling, and a little cock sucking. But again, not enough. Over time, the three of us all became more friendly and really enjoyed just the conversation. I'd do errands for them and would bring them whiskey. Over whiskey, conversations would get a little more to sex but we would stop when Laura would become. "I had always slept in undershorts only, never having developed a taste for wearing pajamas. It was easier to follow her orders then, because she had been fondling my penis since getting under the covers. I felt a thrill in my chest as I slipped down my shorts, then tossed them over the side of the bed. To be told to do something sexual in nature had been my secret desire for a long time by then, and for that desire to suddenly be met was proving to be pretty arousing to me. Before I'd even. That night I again slept alone.In the morning at breakfast, which I was on time for unlike yesterday, the day's schedule came up again."What do you have planned for today?" Dad asked, as he prepared to leave for work."I need to see Uncle Dan about a sharpening problem," I told him."Sharpening problem?" Dad asked."Yes, I need to know how to sharpen a particular kind of knife and since he sharpen all kinds of tools and knives, I thought he would know the right way to go about it," I said, hedging.