”She had a small table and chairs on her deck where we enjoyed our repast. With wine even. Again, she had only minimal clothing on. She was short, a...out 5’ 2”, with short hair which was salt and pepper dark brown. Her face was often smiling which made her more attractive than her rather plain features otherwise allowed. Not homely, but far from cute. Her body was solid, not fat. Not much of a waist below the aforementioned smallish breasts which she seemed to never think needed a bra. Her legs. "Candice," Base directed, "please take off your bikini and shoes, then stand in front of the far wall."A small "X" painted on the floor marked her spot to stand. He busied around her, moving hair so it fell down her back, pulling her shoulders back, chin up. He stepped back several times, checked the image on the monitor."Okay, hold still."The lights flashed several times."Looks good. Okay, turn so your right side is toward the camera."He went through the same process. Slight change here, back. Only Luke was dissatisfied with his grandfather's story. Deep inside Luke a dark premonition of dread was beginning to grow. To his mind it seemed as if there was something far more sinister involved than Amos's theory took into account.They did not report the matter to the sheriff both out of fear of getting Jose into possible trouble with the law and because they did not to restart the stories about their home. Jose had run off leaving behind all his processions. Luke carefully closed up. At first his piss hit Barbara's thighs splashing all over. But then he brought his aim up hitting in her crotch, then up to the opening of the bottle. Everyone could hear the sound of the bottle filling as his piss poured into the bottle up Barbara's cunt. When he finished another black man took his place, first hitting Barbara with a stream of hot piss on her belly before directing it in the bottle. Then the whiskey bottle was full and the foam and excess piss overflowed it running down to her.