Live and learn. It's been a few years since then, and now I am free of the"safe" man. I'm unpacking boxes in my new apartment, where I'malone again ...or the first time in nearly ten years. New town, new job,new home, new life. With a sigh I look down at the belt in my hands. I'vedoubled it over as I would to strike someone - myself - with it. Theleather is still supple despite spending the better part of a decade instorage, and near the buckle, the stains of my momentary lapse in common. "Take off your coat and sit for a minute." He said walking past me, "I'll be right back." And he walks down the hallway toward his bedroom.(Don't you sit down...get the fuck out of here) and I did as he asked and sat on the couch. He was down there doing something (getting naked?) and I could feel my heart beating and I was breathing hard in anticipation. Then he was back in the front room, but he wasn't naked; he was still wearing his robe (maybe he does just want to talk). He came over and. Her robe was gone. My Grandfather was close behind her pushing mother into my bedroom with his big hand on her bare bottom. Grandpa Jack looked over at me and smiled when he saw the naked teenage girl laying across my lap in the classic OTK spanking position."Don't stop on my account." He told me as my mother began to remove her father's clothes. It didn't take long before her father was naked pushing my mom down to her knees to take his big prick into her mouth.I wasn't sure what to do. Our. Jurgen, Duke, and I had gone over to the abandoned dealership on a Sunday just to have a look. What we saw made our mouths water. It was everything you'd want in a shop. On top of that, it wouldn't take much to put it in the kind of shape I expect any of our properties to be in. When we left the building, Jurgen suggested we sit down for a moment.Jurgen had been purchasing a copy of a German language newspaper once a week, just to keep in touch with the happenings in his former country. He said.