“I am not staying there again,” I yelled, “She's not my real Auntie and I had a horrible time there … and I hate Kate.” I decided it would b... best not to mention that I was punished on my bare bum with the cane on two occasions by Auntie Beryl, one time in front of two of Kate’s school friends. “I hate her, she’s nasty and she’s no fun.” I added. “That’s ridiculous, Kate is your age and she’s very pretty. Anyway, it’s all arranged and Beryl seemed quite happy to have you back.” I wasn’t. I tried to make small talk throughout dinner, but I was as nervous as if it was our first date. My wife, who was completely in control, continued to tease and torture me, but would stop before she'd get me too aroused.When the final bill came, my wife told me to get it, which was weird because we shared a credit card.As I was paying, she asked."Are you ready for the fun to really start?"Puzzled, I looked at her and said."Fun? As in, back at the house?" No, silly. I thought we'd go to a bar.. I enjoyed and was good at gardening and could lift and carry heavy loads. My wives were proud of my strength. That made me happy.By the end of the summer, we had put up and dried many peas, beans, and peppers, and had sun dried many tomatoes. We stored popcorn and corn in the shuck in two of the huts. The popcorn popped just like it was supposed to. It also made very good corn bread.The down side was that none of my wives were pregnant. I felt that if I was fertile, at least one should be. I said No, whenever you need a favor just let me know.I had drooled a lot of cum out the corners of my mouth and it was all over my shorts and t-shirt. Ken saw it and said Take ‘em off and give them to me, I’ll go rinse them out so no one sees. And, by-the-way, look at your dick, you did enjoy that! I really thought he was being a good friend, and I gave him my shorts and t-shirt. He took them and headed off to the restrooms at the other side of the park. I sat there in gym socks and tennis.