Drank it slowly. I was blonde, pretty, good figure, and great tits. I was hot. I was eighteen. They all wanted to fuck me, I knew. As did all the boys...at school. They made small talk. A fat, sweating bald man made a pass at me. I didn’t know what to do, how to get rid of him. I was rescued by a redheaded woman, who steered me away. “Just tell him to piss off, that’s what all the other wives do, now you must be one of Louis bright young things, now where is he, he was with the girl you arrived. At 17 he was the one who most often rebelled at our dad's idea of "fun". His personality was very similar to our dad's but his hobby preferences were almost the complete opposite. I knew he usually dreaded trips to the lake.Our father shrugged his thick shoulders. "Cancel 'em, then. You'll have plenty of more weekends before fishin' season returns. Becky," he said, turning his eyes to me, "fetch me a beer. Please."He was annoyed with Jason, I could tell, but I didn't let that stop me from being. .. The person who taught me the most about sex was a very close friend who lived in my apartment building. Her name was Donna. She and her husband Andy were real, true-life swingers before I met them.It wasn't long after they moved into my building before Donna sought me out as a kindred soul. Being highly sexed myself, I was aroused by the stories Donna told about their experiences in the big city.My first erotic adventure started out with just Donna and myself, but turned into something that. This is a good time for the meeting because there’s not much that can be done on the farm due to the rain. A heavy storm three days ago was the start of a continuing drizzle expected to last for a few more days, according to the weather experts. One item on the agenda is the rising river level and floods.They gather mid-morning on the Wednesday and Jason raises the first discussion item with, “I’d like to concrete the two main farm roads if we can afford it.” He has a map out and is pointing at.