I also got to see (and hear) all the goings-on that a small farmhouse full of teenage girls was like. You know, giggles and silliness all times of day...and night, the moodiness; happy as a lark one minute, angry or crying the next. The periods. The girl butts and tits. They loved teasing me and roughhousing with me. So I got to feel up lots of girl butts and tits once I was old enough to know ‘bout them. Or care.I was adopted when I was just two. Jane, being the oldest, six at the time, would. The both of them looked curious.“Are you Agatha?”She turned her attention to me and smiled.“I am. And you must be Celine,” she said, walking over. The golden retriever followed at her heels, its tail wagging as she made her way over. “This is Kevin.”“Your dog’s name is Kevin?”“I named him after my son-in-law,” she said with a chuckle. I cracked a smile.“Sorry about the parking situation,” she added. “No one really parks in that spot. Westley parks in his garage.”Westley. I tried not to laugh.. As my hands explored his back and ass from beneath his tee and pajamas, he bit my lower lip sharply, eliciting an “aahhh” from me and mock reproof. We set our open lips against each others’ and began tongue wrestling for a fair bit, as I hugged him tighter and closer. We gazed into each others’ eyes as we broke for air, and smacked each other with pure love for a couple of times before we resumed our french kiss.I pulled back and quickly removed his tee and felt his smooth and hairless torso. She had a bed and lots of shelves covered in thick tomes on such “fascinating” subjects like engineering and architecture and metallurgy. That book almost got my hopes up on it being actually interesting until I realized it wasn’t metallorgy. Metallurgy sounded ... so pedantic.The two eager, young sex slaves led Ava to the narrow bed covered in a gray quilt. The two attacked the ties of the princess’s dress, both of them grinning like a pair of naughty kittens. Zanyia taught them both so.