”“You knew?” David asked.“The whole town knew ... all of us. You don’t peach on Adams Faxon. He was worse than his father ... and that’s g...ing it some.”“How long have the Faxons been running things?” I asked.“Since before my great grand Da was born. Years and years. My family, the Cooks, have kept a secret record. I’ll fetch it.”The record was eight sticks with notches carved in the wood. The oldest were well worn ... the notches were were almost smooth.“The storytellers used these oldest. He tentatively opened his mouth. She plunged her fingers in and fucked his mouth with them. This wasn’t as good as sucking the dildo, but it felt good. She repeated this a couple of times until all the cum was scooped up. Once again Julia walked behind him. He anxiously waited to see what would happen next. She rubbed her hands over his ass, applying pressure to the butt plug to push it in just a bit deeper. His cock grew harder and harder each time she pushed. Her hands traveled down to his. You do every day, don’t you? You find an excuse to come in or around my office so I can see your daily attire and you can tease me with how good you smell. I’m not stupid, Charlie.”“I never said you were, John...” I reply as I sit down in a chair to the right of his desk. I cross my legs and look at him intently. I can feel the heat grow between my legs and my nipples are pressing hard against my bra. My lips part slightly, exposing my wet pink tongue. “All these years wasted...” his voice. Her breathing became normal as I continued the soft caress of her nipple. I smiled and answered politely to all her questions, keeping the conversation going, never moving my hand from her breast, never stopping the rhythmic pull at her nipple. Finally, her chattering slowed down and I felt a little squirm against my body as her nipple hardened. The sign I had been waiting for. I leaned over and kissed her softly, my hand starting to pull and milk at her enormous breast. She kissed back,.