He'll help you mark the trail for us to follow. Gortain! Go on ahead with Mak. He'll show you where we're headed."The fields tilled by the Arlund vill...gers made a broad fan between the hills and the shore of a small lake, their crops tinted varying shades of green and brown under the late summer sun. Beyond the fields, where a steep ridge pinched the fields down to nothing, the village of Arlund lay wedged between a rocky cliff and the lake's deep blue waters.Mak dropped back to join the guards. Then I can see you in the morning and have breakfast with you.”“Maybe, but I don’t see how.”“Okay, I guess. Goodnight, Grady. I like you a lot.”“I like you a lot too. Goodnight.”I came down stairs and Grace had coffee by the stuffed chair on a small table. “Sit there. You’re probably wondering about Susan?’’“Not really my business, but you’re offering and I’ll hear you out. Who’s funeral did Susan go to?”“It is Jake’s biological father. He was the donor, anyway. His name is Cary. Susan. And she was looking at my hand on my boxers rubbing my half mast dick... i work nights and come home with no one aroumd except the help mylene. She is petite, 19 yrs with 2 k**s in the province. She wears her whote uniform with an open button so i could see her boobs and bra ...sir? She caught me looking at her breat...smiles and continues...sir, is that woman real? So much cum and she seems to be enjoying it....I look at her lips as she was talking...mylene, you were ,arried, right? Yes, and. “Why wouldn’t he?” my daughter asked me.“I don’t have any ID,” I indicated that my bare butt was sitting on leaves just like hers.“You really think he is going to think you are my age?” Rory looked at me as if I couldn’t be serious.“Hey, that trucker guy thought we were sisters!” I laughed. I knew I didn’t look as young as my daughter but I didn’t want to feel so old that I automatically wouldn’t be carded either.We talked like that for hours that night. I did go back and buy a six pack of.