"Oh I was pretty much left to my own devices. We did not have any other family ... no kind aunt to step in and take over," he shot her a pleading look... which told her not to take his mockery to heart, and she smiled in reassurance."However bad it seems ... someone else always has it worse, I guess," she said a little ruefully."It was not so very bad. I was pretty much my own man, free to do as I pleased; I could and did run wild for a few years." What happened, to change that?" Iris asked. The thing was, two weeks felt like two months. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. I wanted to know how it felt to have that hard shaft filling my virgin pussy instead of a banana. Yet, for those two weeks, the banana had to do.Perhaps he could see that I was overly eager the next time we were together. We played guitar for the first hour, then took a time out. He had a beer. I drank Coke. For awhile, he showed me how to improve my fingering on the fret board until he put his arms around me and. One of the boys came in front of me and pulled my hair to lift my head. When I looked up I saw that he had pulled down his pants and his stiff cock (compared to mine it was big) was pointing toward me. Because he pulled my hair back, I opened my mouth. I one swift move his cock was inside my mouth. He told me to suck on it and that he would hurt me if I dared to bite him. I remember that it tasted a bit strange but not dirty as I had feared. So I did as I was told (had no other choice) and. I will connect you.” I could almost see her smile.The phone clicked. “Jayyyy. You got my mail?”“Sure did, Randy. You gonna be there tomorrow afternoon?”“Sure. Why?”“We’re coming for a visit.”“I could just do a wire transfer, Jay.”“We have a couple more tubs, Randy. We want to turn them over to you.”“Uh...” he sounded stunned. “Uh, okay ... early afternoon?”“Yeah. Two-ish.”“I’ll be here.”“We’ll see you then. Take care.”“Alright, buddy. You and Lena be careful.”“Always.”We got to the trailer. I.