Cartwright who was seated behind an imposing desk with a younger man who looked to be in his mid-thirties standing by his side. He was introduced as H...nry Cartwright, his son. David took an immediate liking to the father and son with their bluff and friendly mannerisms.He outlined his requirement for a box magazine fed bolt-action rifle firing a smokeless bullet. Mr. Cartwright sat back in his chair. “Henry is the authority on such weapons as you have described,” he murmured. “Perhaps it would. We ate the pizza naked. I kept staring at his dick. He told me his dick needs my pussy. I could see it jump. My pussy jumped too. He told me to suck his dick. I was going to do it but later that night. He was watching college football and eating a slice while getting his dick sucked. I'm pretty good at it. Every time I've done it the guy would shoot in my mouth or just enough time to pull back and shoot on my tits. I have a tongue skill. That night I laid on my back while he tried to. *Most of the mourners had moved on as Uncle Joe and I stood there waiting for the Widow Brannigan to finish talking with some of the townsfolk that knew her. Uncle Joe was a gruff man with a buffalo temperament and a build to match. He had moved in a few years back to try and put down some roots. The old man had long since gone to God knows where to leave Mom having to look after our farm and raise me on her own. I had been just twelve when he disappeared one Saturday in June and as the years. I finished the second plate as well and was beginning to regain my strength.Finally, someone mentioned the next ritual was starting soon and asked if I felt up to attending, or if I just wanted to go to my car and take a nap. Various ceremonies would be going on all night, so it was up to me. Now that I was thinking a bit more clearly, the paranoia was resurfacing and I was afraid to sleep, so I said I would go to the ceremony. I was told where it would be held and left alone at the table. I.