They are good people and I’ve really missed them. ‘What can I get you drink? Wine and beer in the kitchen, and I will gladly run the gauntlet to g...t some, but the harder stuff is about 10 feet behind me, and I filled the ice bucket. You won’t be driving till morning, so could I interest you in a little Templeton Rye before dinner? We can drink the cheaper stuff or go to beer later.’ ‘Man after my own heart. This being retired is one thing. Rush hour traffic on a weekend in not my idea of fun.. There was no doubt this was going to be a hell of a night! She had me step up onto two small boxes at the bottom of the St. Christopher’s cross I had made earlier in the summer Then she belted my ankles, wrists and chest back against the leaning wood brace. For the next several minutes she did something we had never done before. She took a box of brand new bungee cords and stretched them around the boards and my arms, my legs and my torso, locking me firmly in place. I have to admit, every. Did my adoptive parents try to draw me out? Not really, instead I foundnew games and books thrown in my direction to cheer me up. Soon unopenedgames littered the floor. After school, I would come home, lock myself inmy room, and read.I would, of course, eat dinner and if asked a question I would politelyreply. No real feelings, it was all superficial. I no longer feltconnected to my adoptive family much less this world. Only when my gradesplummeted did my adopted mother go into action.Once an. Brownstone raised an eyebrow. I chuckled nervously and waved."Is everything alright in here?" he asked."Yes, of course, I was just assisting Minnie with some questions she had about my lecture, Professor Brownstone."Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her pussy walls holding my meat tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my prick throbbed and suddenly a copious load of semen spurted forth into Minnie's womb! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone.