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Brown, Berengaria - Possess Me [Possessive Passions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown
Authors: Berengaria Brown
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POSSESS ME
Possessive Passions 2
BERENGARIA BROWN
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
Shiloah tried to concentrate on the speeches, but her gaze kept wandering to the totally delicious brothers standing on the opposite side of The Grandparents’ Garden from her. She had a really good view of them because she was standing behind her mother’s chair in the second row, not half-hidden in the crowd as she’d expected.
Yum! Stan and Goa looked so good. Both tall and tanned, their arms corded with muscle from years of working outdoors on their family farm. Yet she knew they could be incredibly gentle as they tenderly planted new seedlings, their big fingers carefully placing the roots in fresh, nutrient-rich soil. She’d like to feel those fingers on her skin. On her breasts, cupping the mounds, or teasing the nipples. On her pussy, sliding inside to—she dragged her mind back to the ceremony.
Today was the official opening of The Grandparents’ Garden, the residential facility for the frail elderly, attached to the hospital. Here families could have their honored seniors cared for properly, yet still spend hours each day with them, doing all the things the seniors loved to do, but in a safe environment where the families didn’t have to worry about their grandparents wandering away, or forgetting to eat, or leaving the gas turned on in the kitchen.
Shiloah and her mother, Orna, had provided rose bushes for the enclosed courtyard garden. They’d chosen the ones with the prettiest flowers and strongest scents, for the enjoyment of the elderly, whose senses may no longer be as acute as they used be, but who still appreciated beauty in their lives.
Stan and Goa, recently arrived at New Thimphu after having to leave their homes because their local community derided the men’s cultural traditions, had used their farming skills to plant vegetables, trees, and shrubs in the garden. It was designed to make a restful and serene landscape, but with color and pattern to please the eye, and nose, and spirit.
All the families of the seniors were here today, too—little children in their nicest clothes and on their best behavior, teenage boys slouching against the walls, young women giggling in groups, adults standing behind the chairs of their grandparents, happy and relaxed, enjoying the holiday.
Shiloah’s friend Anh, with her two fathers, was in the front row beside Honored Grandmother, the oldest person in their community. Shiloah noticed Anh’s gaze move to Dr. Russell, the head of the hospital, standing with his two brothers and two sisters behind Father Yeshe, the monk. How would it be, married to three men? wondered Shiloah, looking first at Dr. Russell then at her friend Chevaunne, who was married to Jim, Sam, and Paul. Chevaunne is certainly very happy, and Anh is clearly interested in Dr. Russell, Tim, and Barry.
I guess the sex would be pretty hot. She snorted. No, I’d rather be with Stan and Goa. They are such gentle, caring men. I don’t think I’d want to be married to anyone who didn’t understand plants and gardens. How important it is to give them just the right amount of water, food, and light. Balancing their needs, understanding them. It’s so rewarding when they bloom so magnificently.
Shiloah let her gaze wander around the garden. It was so cleverly designed with banks of tall trees, wandering pathways, layers of flowers in front with taller shrubs behind them. The perfect place to sit in peace and bathe one’s soul in beauty. Or to stroll the winding pathways, with fresh visual delights around each corner. Even the paths themselves were things of beauty with mosaic-tiled pictures inset in them, different types of stone used in each section, yet all so smooth to walk along, that an elderly person could navigate them safely without fear of falling.
Shiloah looked again at Goa and Stan. I’m going to miss them terribly not seeing them every day now that the Garden is completed , she thought
Possessive Passions 2
BERENGARIA BROWN
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
Shiloah tried to concentrate on the speeches, but her gaze kept wandering to the totally delicious brothers standing on the opposite side of The Grandparents’ Garden from her. She had a really good view of them because she was standing behind her mother’s chair in the second row, not half-hidden in the crowd as she’d expected.
Yum! Stan and Goa looked so good. Both tall and tanned, their arms corded with muscle from years of working outdoors on their family farm. Yet she knew they could be incredibly gentle as they tenderly planted new seedlings, their big fingers carefully placing the roots in fresh, nutrient-rich soil. She’d like to feel those fingers on her skin. On her breasts, cupping the mounds, or teasing the nipples. On her pussy, sliding inside to—she dragged her mind back to the ceremony.
Today was the official opening of The Grandparents’ Garden, the residential facility for the frail elderly, attached to the hospital. Here families could have their honored seniors cared for properly, yet still spend hours each day with them, doing all the things the seniors loved to do, but in a safe environment where the families didn’t have to worry about their grandparents wandering away, or forgetting to eat, or leaving the gas turned on in the kitchen.
Shiloah and her mother, Orna, had provided rose bushes for the enclosed courtyard garden. They’d chosen the ones with the prettiest flowers and strongest scents, for the enjoyment of the elderly, whose senses may no longer be as acute as they used be, but who still appreciated beauty in their lives.
Stan and Goa, recently arrived at New Thimphu after having to leave their homes because their local community derided the men’s cultural traditions, had used their farming skills to plant vegetables, trees, and shrubs in the garden. It was designed to make a restful and serene landscape, but with color and pattern to please the eye, and nose, and spirit.
All the families of the seniors were here today, too—little children in their nicest clothes and on their best behavior, teenage boys slouching against the walls, young women giggling in groups, adults standing behind the chairs of their grandparents, happy and relaxed, enjoying the holiday.
Shiloah’s friend Anh, with her two fathers, was in the front row beside Honored Grandmother, the oldest person in their community. Shiloah noticed Anh’s gaze move to Dr. Russell, the head of the hospital, standing with his two brothers and two sisters behind Father Yeshe, the monk. How would it be, married to three men? wondered Shiloah, looking first at Dr. Russell then at her friend Chevaunne, who was married to Jim, Sam, and Paul. Chevaunne is certainly very happy, and Anh is clearly interested in Dr. Russell, Tim, and Barry.
I guess the sex would be pretty hot. She snorted. No, I’d rather be with Stan and Goa. They are such gentle, caring men. I don’t think I’d want to be married to anyone who didn’t understand plants and gardens. How important it is to give them just the right amount of water, food, and light. Balancing their needs, understanding them. It’s so rewarding when they bloom so magnificently.
Shiloah let her gaze wander around the garden. It was so cleverly designed with banks of tall trees, wandering pathways, layers of flowers in front with taller shrubs behind them. The perfect place to sit in peace and bathe one’s soul in beauty. Or to stroll the winding pathways, with fresh visual delights around each corner. Even the paths themselves were things of beauty with mosaic-tiled pictures inset in them, different types of stone used in each section, yet all so smooth to walk along, that an elderly person could navigate them safely without fear of falling.
Shiloah looked again at Goa and Stan. I’m going to miss them terribly not seeing them every day now that the Garden is completed , she thought
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