Maybe more so because it was easy to hire a drifter with a gun to teachsomeone a lesson."Pat and Mary Sue sat quietly, not wanting to interrupt theirs...oryteller."Remember when I said that my grandfather saw Yolanda be buried?" Olsonasked. At their nods, he continued, "Well, he was along with my great-grandfather who helped to bury her. He told his friends about it andwhere he thought she was. A group of fathers who had liked Yolanda wentout there one night and moved her body." Where did they. The milkman however was totally involved in the vision before him, Julie wasnt aware of it, she buried herself in thought to hide from the reality of her predicament, she wasnt the type of woman who would take of her clothes and tease herself to orgasm for anyone, but now her fingers were working frantically at getting her off now, she was moaning into the still night as she entertained her audience. She had been purposely avoiding her clit to deny the milkman the thrill he sought in. I wanted to see if my bikini still fit. I put on the tops and my breasts fit snug, a really tight fight, but it forced them together and made my tits look like I was 25 again and I was happy. I slid the bottoms on that were a cross between a g-string and a regular bottom and as I pulled them up they ripped at the seams. It was a blow to my ego, but hey what can you do. I went to take the top off so I could put on my other suit and caught a glance at the mirror. I saw myself naked from the waist. I savored her scent before I latched my mouth on to her urethra, sucking hard."I need to pee!" Stella protested. "You promised me mercy."My blue eyes locked on her gray, and I arched my eyebrows. Stella licked her lips, her hips undulating. "You don't mean... ?" she gasped."Yep," I smiled. "It's such an intimate act. I haven't done it in ... decades." Decades ... I forget how much older you are. You look eighteen." But I'm..." I paused to think. "Fifty-eight. But I still can be as wild as an.