Note from Bookbuddy: The first in this trilogy is Adult World described how through miss fortune this group of swinger after intrigue and police harassment end up on a farm. Read Adult World Pt 01 - 25 to read this
This second novella, Adult Farm follows the trials and tribulations of a group of like mind people who join forces to create a world separating passion and love. A polyamory community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame or retribution. Read the stories before this to follow the full story.
New readers, I recommend starting at - Adult World Pt 01 The Meeting - to understand the characters and background.
If you have read that, then start Adult Farm Pt 01 The Water Hole Everyone else, thanks for continuing to support this tale and above all, enjoy.
All Characters in this story are over the age of 18 Years old and are consenting adults.
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Emmy hadn't contacted Dennis since the quad bike incident three days ago, followed by that horrible ride home with the constable who tried to get fresh with her. He twice ran his hand up her thigh, pushing the short skirt up, fingering her. She had pushed him away both times. The second time she had tried to prevent him starting, he overcame her with his superior strength. He would have gone further if he hadn't rounded a corner with a vehicle in the opposite direction. It seemed to blind him for a second. He put both hands back on the steering wheel. She shuffled over in her chair. Thankfully, they arrived in the village and her parent's house.
Emmy could shake this scene it played through her mind as she mechanically passed Mrs Parsons shopping under the scanner, paying no attention to her actions.
"Hey luv, they are two for one, shouldn't you scan them together?" She heard the friendly voice of Mrs Parson interrupt her thoughts. "Oh yeah, sorry, Mrs Parsons."
"You seem away with fairy's luv, you pinning for that boy of yours, the one with the farm bike then." She probed a little harder. "He's handsome. You fall out with 'im darl'?"
"No, nothing like that, Mrs Parsons, I miss him a bit." She replied.
"Hey you see that new policeman, he's alright, like one of them body builder types. I'd feel very safe in those arms, I tell ya." Mrs Parsons fantasised, imagining herself on a sheepskin rug with him between her seventy-year-old legs.
Emmy zoned out of the conversation as she again travelled back to that police car ride. As soon as she arrived, even before the car stopped, she jumped out ready to head in. The front door opened, revealing her mother in the doorway. Mother had never been a shy, retiring sort. She flung the door open wearing a see through cotton smock, no bra, she seldom wore one, and panties that barely existed, back lit by lounge lighting.