He smelled of hotcakes and breakfast sausage and the rich smells of his kitchen.I saw a measuring cup with vegetable oil sitting on the counter. I ass...med it was to use on the griddle for the hotcakes. I dipped two fingers in it and then pressed those two fingers up his butt crack.Alexander chuckled in that deep Jamaican voice of his as he bent forward over his counter. "You and my nephew, Elias, always want to do the fuckin'." You've got a fine butt, Alexander," I told him, getting more oil. I never realized how something as simple as getting on a t-shirt right could be so hard when you are blind."Feel around inside the collar," a boy said from over toward the door. "If there is no tag in the shirt, feel for the piping in the back. There will be a ridge of more material on the back of the t-shirt collar that is not on the front. Supposed to soak up sweat or something"I never even knew that.Once I was dressed, he told me to collapse my white cane and put it into my back pocket. My. I was very proud of him.Since I didn't have to arrive until mid August, I continued my work at Whitman. Dr. Turner discovered that at my initial stinging I had enough venom put into me as a Mississauga rattlesnake. Not deadly, but to make one ill. Outside of fatigue and a sore arm, I suffered no other abnormalities. The toxicity was still in my system but at much lower levels than at first. I was made a case study having blood taken from me weekly. I didn't mind because maybe my transformation. Earlier that afternoon Lisa had paid special attention to her pussy making sure that she was smooth so she would be ready for anything that might happen. So the view that Dave had and the pussy he was now fucking was smooth, hot, wet, and tight just waiting for his hard cock. She told me she was surprised at how wet she was, "God I'm wet,” she thought and then, “I hope Charley is able to see this." She told me later that she really loved fucking this lonely, handsome guy with a good stiff cock,.