By Sunday night Ken and I were getting into a routine that seemed to last throughout my holiday with him. We sun tanned in the warm spring sun, for an...hour or so each morning, in the private area of his backyard. Much of our time we spent doing carpentry in the back shed. He was a good teacher, not only at carpentry. Ken led me further and further along the path of sexual learning, usually in the evenings, but occasionally at other times too when the inclination became too much for him to. It evaded me. I supposed time and distance were relevant to some people, but to me it made very little difference. Peacock handed me a ring with several keys on it and shuffled back into the papers lying on the desk. ‘Here’s the check for the cash, the keys and title for the boat. I’ve paid slip charges on the boat through the end of the month. After that, it’s up to you where you berth her.’ His eyes sparkled when he talked about the boat. ‘If you decide to sell her, call me. I’m quite. ” But dang, if there’s one thing I’d look at first, it would be their ass. Tonight was different, I was just sitting there, sipping on my bourbon on the rocks, watching people lead their own lives, which is always interesting if you pay attention to what some people do or say. It seemed boring, but I just felt something was going to be different tonight. An older woman, around her thirties/early thirties sat down just two seats away from me. She was dressed in heels, stockings, a black dress. There were several metal poles sticking out of the ground in front of her, intended to attract the devastating electrical outbursts that were coming ever closer as the storm approached.The first worshipper stepped up and, without any ceremony, plunged his cock deep into Jolene's eager body. Jolene cried out as she felt herself forced open, then stretched with her follower's hard member. As her rapist reached out to clasp her right breast, static electricity sparkled out, causing both lovers to.