her belly clench, and the orgasm rising inside her start to ripple along her internal muscles.
Desperately, she clenched her cunt muscles tight, gripping Goa’s cock as hard as she could, and sucked on Stan’s tongue as they kissed. The ripples inside her became waves that crashed over her, sending her spasming into an orgasm. Her head dropped back onto the bed as her body tensed in release.
Goa slammed into her deep and hard as his hot cum exploded inside her, the heat of his passion encouraging her orgasm to ripple once more. Then Stan came, his seed spilling onto her breasts, as he let them go so he could hold his cock as it spurted hot and hard onto her skin. Watching him come was so erotic. The long, white, ropey stream pulsing from him onto her body made her cunt clench yet again as her orgasm let forth a few more aftershocks of delight.
They collapsed into a tangled, sweaty, messy heap of arms and legs for a few minutes, all breathing heavily. Then Stan pulled her up saying, “Come on, we really need a shower now.”
The shower was rather crowded with all three of them in it together, but the men made sure the water sprayed Shiloah first, Goa washing her body, carefully cleansing every little crevice and indentation of her, while Stan shampooed her hair, then rinsed it thoroughly.
They climbed out, Goa wrapping a big fluffy towel around her while Stan encased her hair in another towel. “I wonder if there’s a tub at Ugyen’s house or if we could install one. A nice big tub that we could all sit in,” Stan said.
“Chevaunne told me about the huge, deep whirlpool tub in her house. I don’t think you could bring such a thing in these days without all the Green Ridge folk noticing,” said Shiloah.
“I don’t know. We could legitimately be bringing in all our furniture and some farm equipment from wherever we used to live. I wonder what furniture is in the house, what we can buy from him, and what we need to get ourselves,” said Goa.
“Mama and I have all the things we need for our rose business. Although, if we decide to grow roses on the new farm, likely we’ll have to buy some things…”
Stan patted her gently. “Wait and see. We need to see what’s already there, and what we have between us, before we decide what we need to buy. And how to get it there without upsetting the Green Ridge people.”
“Ha. I’ll have to make up a spreadsheet for that,” she joked.
* * * *
They were sitting in The Grandparents’ Garden, Ugyen making intelligent and pertinent remarks about the shrubs when he changed the topic abruptly. “I’m glad you’re moving onto my farm. I should have left it years ago, but something kept me there even though I couldn’t care for the land properly. Now I know I was waiting for you to arrive, Goa and Stan. I have no child, no grandchild, not even a nephew or niece. All I have is now yours. I ask only enough credits to stay here until I die.”
“No, Grandfather, that would not be honorable of us, to take without giving,” said Goa, surprise, joy, and worry racing across his features.
“You called me Grandfather. Such a beautiful word. I shall become your grandfather. Then all will be as tradition dictates, as the seniors help provide for the next generation.”
Goa bowed his head. “We’re honored to have you as our grandfather. Our parents are dead, and we long to have an elder in our family. It shall be as you say.”
“And you shall come and visit the farm when we have it flourishing again. You’ll see the land bloom once again as it did in the past,” promised Shiloah.
A lively conversation developed about various fields and what to plant in them. Shiloah sat back and watched their faces. Her men’s faces were alive and alight with excitement and joy as they planned their future. Grandfather Ugyen’s face was glowing with peaceful serenity as he offered advice to his new family.
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The next few weeks flew by as the men planned how to