Melon Field 3 [Ammie]

[melonfield]

On the far side of the island, quite a distance west from the town, there is a melon field. It lies between the edge of the forest and Memento Eden's largest lake, basking in the open sun. On occasion, water fowl waddle nearby, though the influx of visitors to the field seems to have scared them off. The soil nearby goes from hearty to moist and

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[alluring_rogue]

Again, as she was doing in all the other fields, Heather tenderly groped each and every melon available.

[melonfield]

Most of the melons remained impassive, but Red #1 became warm in her hands.

[alluring_rogue]

Noticing the strange warmth coming from the melon--sure, Heather groping melons normally did make things get a little hot, but these were MELON-melons--and, finding that strange, she stared at it intently. She squeezed the melon.

[melonfield]

Melon's still warm.

[alluring_rogue]

Grumbling, she caressed and massaged the melon.

[melonfield]

The melon remained warm for some time, but the heat slowly faded.

[alluring_rogue]

She pinched the melon, then tried squishing it, and then hugged it close to her own melons bosom.

[melonfield]

The melon, like many things, warmed at being pressed against Heather's bosom.

[alluring_rogue]

She slapped it, pet it, spanked it, and squeezed it between her breasts.

((Yes, I'm that desperate for results.))

[melonfield]

As she spanked the melon, it exploded and covered her with not-as-sexy red melon juice, as if it finally couldn't take it anymore and had a melon nosebleed.

Like melons had libidos or something.

((%2 for Heather!))