" Good. I never want to be raped again." You hated your Father. You have every right to. His was the ultimate betrayal for a daughter. But try to leav... it in the past. You will know pain here, but never betrayal."I chewed on that. "Will I look like the other girls?" I had noticed there were muscles moving under their smooth skin during sex with them. They just seemed sleeker, somehow."Oh yes. Everyone thinks you're sexy now? Just wait."I nodded. I would do this well. "I see your resolve.. This reminded me that I needed to order more barrels and to build more barrel racks in the storage cave. After looking at the volume of grapes I was going to have, I figured I might be able to fill as many as fifty barrels of wine. This was going to be a lot of work, but I figured that I could enlist the help of the Latino women and some of the extra men that always seemed to be around, eagerly looking for work. The big problem was that the "optimum time" to pick one bunch of grapes on a vine. She'd needed some extra cash to pay for her sexy new clothes. I, Matthew, sat there spellbound, listening to June. I did my best keep those panties vibrating and a wicked smile on June's face. Her expression was priceless. She was having orgasms in public and loving it. She needed some action real soon. I signaled the busboy to bring some food boxes. As he got to the table, he got his first look at June's dress. I think he almost blew his load. June readjusted her shawl as we were leaving. We. Nothing stopped my advance, only slowed by her tightness, and I found myself nearly all the way in when I finally met an obstruction. She seemed to have a rather shallow pussy.Within her moan, she giggled. "I lost it horseback riding eons ago," she told me."Good," I smiled, measuring her depth and beginning the slow fuck that would get faster soon. Somehow knowing she preferred softer lips and chin, not one with unshaved bristles, I kept my mouth on her breasts. Hands traded off working her.