Then the roasts for dinner, how many, are they lean, fat, in between. Is the oven too hot, too cold? Do we need wood, of course, we do. We always need...firewood. Who’s getting fresh water, yadda, yadda, yadda. By the time dinner was served, these ladies knew they had done an excellent job. And I made sure they knew it.And I knew that Suzy had the boys equally busy. Mucking out stalls, putting down fresh straw, filling feed racks. Picking eggs, feeding the chickens. “quick, run see if Matt plans. .you have to like it…and remove all taboos concerning it.My cock sucking skills…my openness about sex...anal sex being a norm for me… my vaginal muscles and my propensity at sex in public places…made me very popular amongst the male students… I am sure some of the girls were quite jealous of me…but I made it a point to never go after guys whom I knew were in committed relationships…and furthermore, those who were and still propositioned me, I made it a point to tell their girlfriend about it…It. I will be in shortly to start your massage. Jako stared at the both of them in disbelief as they both sat back down on the couch. With Jako now just standing there looking somewhat foolish, Ginger chimed in and said, “You heard he, go.” Jako turned and walked into the massive master bedroom and closed the door. It was obvious at this point Ginger had been planning this for quite some time. She had arranged for this fantastic suite, this massage therapist or whatever she was an from the way. . I’m a little confused.” “Oh, honey.” She started. “That’s perfectly normal.” She said and I looked up. “Can I tell you a secret before you continue, dear?” “Of course.” She leaned closer and laced our fingers. “I’m bisexual.” That shocked me. I’d never thought that about dear Ann. Maybe it explained why she’d been single for so long. An attractive woman like her wouldn’t normally be alone. “You are?” I choked out. “I am, sweetie.” She squeezed my hand. “And I do prefer girls, actually.”.