Anyone dim enough to be give up Jack Church was too stupid to be certain they were right. Stupidity wasn’t reliable enough for my purposes, so I nee...ed another way.Greed. Now that’s reliable.And if you wanted greed, everyone knew there was one place to go: TheChinaman.The Chinaman, ironically, wasn’t Chinese at all. Or even Asian. He was probably the whitest old man I’d ever seen. He’d been a missionary in China when he was a very young man, and now, as a very old man, he was still remembered. Smith looked down at the beautiful young lady sucking his cock and smiled. It had not always been this way. Before he had changed and for some time after, he would have believed her to out of his reach. But now he had the power.Mr. Smith stroked her long blond hair softly as she three quarters of his shaft in her mouth. Her throat convulsed as his cock forced its way in. She gagged, he pulled out, and then she took him in again—even deeper this time. It was tighter than any pussy, and felt. The hand I had at her ass, moved to feel her hip and then her stomach, my fingers dancing on her skin. Then I felt the small patch of hair on her mound. Once more, I pushed down into her panties until I was at her slit. I teased the lips with gentle strokes and now she groaned.I let my lips and tongue wander down across her stomach. My need became more urgent. I pulled the front of her skirt higher, my knees dropping to the ground, my lips now at the hairs I had felt. I pulled her panties down. “This is what your grandparents did before I came along and it is what your grandfather and I did when he was here. Your father, your mother, and your aunt never knew the purpose of the garden, the hollyhocks, or the bees. It is not something that one can speak about over a kitchen table or a glass of wine. You cannot speak about it either.“If you had not been stung today, you would not have known. Fate sometimes sends us in directions we never considered. Today was a day that Fate changed for.