“Your sons are wonderful. Thanks for the pictures of you, the boys, Kara, Jessica, Kathy, and Kurt.”“Thanks for sending me those pictures from m... first trip to Georgia. I really appreciate them.”“Too bad we didn’t have a Polaroid!” she said, laughing just a bit.She was amazing. Even when she was talking about dying, she could make a joke.“Oh, I have the memories of my sweet Georgia Peach burned into my senses!” I said.“Keep those, Yankee. Those are the ones that count.”“I know,” I said. “I love. Is that a whole field of sunflowers?”“It is, indeed.”“So pretty.”“The place we’re going was built in the eighteen thirties. It’s on the historic register. Originally, it was a stagecoach stop. It’s been a popular restaurant since the sixties. The owner is second-generation, now.”“That’s kinda neat.” Aja placed her hand on Jason’s knee and stroked his thigh.“Hey -- no distracting the driver.” She snatched her hand away. “I was only kidding.”“Don’t even joke about that sort of thing.”“I’m sorry,. Arrived just after 12 noon, parked the car then Wayne left the car to make a phone call outside round the back of his car. After the call, as we entered the Inn Wayne commented on the beautiful colourful flower tubs outside and the fact that the Inn had accommodation. We went to the bar and I went to find a table, in the lighter, brighter extension. I handed him a menu. We ordered said food with a choice of new potatoes or chips, vegetables or salad. Wayne had: Black Pudding – Grilled. He was too busy staring at her boobs. When Jason woke up he was strapped into Kelli's self bondage device. He couldn't escape even though he tried and tried. The machine would randomly whip his balls, crush them, fuck his ass, choke him, jerk him off, force him to swallow bull semen and urine, whip his legs and back, brand him and all other sorts of things that had been inflicted upon her by Jason and his frat brothers. His program would last ten days, same as hers. As a final touch, Kelli put.