I smiled and waved at her and her husband came back into the garage. She slowly drove in and parked. She got out and her hubby introduced me to her ag...in. "Hi Hon, remember Dave?" "Oh, yeah, hi, how are you?" Nervous tone and pale looking.Her hubby took the k**s inside and she looked at me for any expression. I winked at her and it looked like some color came back in her face. She smiled and whispered what are you doing here? I said I was in the neighborhood and was looking through everyone's. I inquired among my friends and acquaintances at school, but none of them had any idea where Plantation Lane was located. Some of them recommended that I ask in town. I don't have the luxury of a car, but I do have a motorcycle - a 150 cc Kawasaki. It isn't great, but it gets me around the area.Statesboro, Georgia isn't a large town, and I asked about Plantation Lane at a few places, but got the cold shoulder. I finally stopped at the store that sold farm and garden supplied there."Can you tell. "Master, please ream out my anal channel." Well, well, the slang was starting to flow without all the pauses, now."You actually want me to pack your shit, right?" Yes, Master. Please pack Stephanie's shit." Well, that was clear enough. I was hoping that in my current rutting state, that I would last long enough to even get it inserted. I decided that I didn't have a chance, so I left the room and took a walk out the back and gazed over the mountain valley vista. In a few minutes, the. I yanked my cock out through the left leg-hole of the panties and started to masturbate. Again that incredible feeling, and within just 4 to 5 strokes I had come. And what a come, nearly as good as the day before, an absolutely mind-blowing, blinding orgasm. Afterwards there was more guilt though, which I tried to stave off by telling myself that this was just a passing phase, and that I could stop any time that I wanted to. For the next few months though, a very familiar pattern developed. I.