”Al could hear laughter over the phone. Betty frowned. “We’ll meet you at the Waffle House like we planned.” She was silent for a moment befor... continuing. “No, there’s no need to kick anyone’s ass. It’s best forgotten, though Al now has another enemy eager to stab him in the back. I’m glad you’re joining us today, as he can stand someone else watching over him.” She paused a moment longer before signing off. “I’ll keep that in mind. We’ll see you when you arrive.”“I take it they’ll be. I ran into the groundskeeper on my way back to the house. He was putting one of the big tractor mowers away. I asked him, "Can you really keep up with taking care of all the property here by yourself? I love the way you've planted coconut palms and pineapples around the perimeter. It's very functional in addition to being beautiful. I'm sure we'll be able to enjoy the fruit of what we are growing."The man told me, "The folks who farm the fields and groves for you helped me arrange and plant. Instead of doing anything he just took one hand of his cock and moved it so we could see it in all it's glory. Anne let out another gasp, this time a bit louder and moved closer up close we could see the pre- cum leaking from the slit in his large helmeted glans that crowned the impressive shaft. For once everybody knew what was going to happen the guy not surprised as Anne dropped to the grass alongside him and wrapped her small fingers round his cock, as far as she was concerned it was a. Jane the tribal leader was watching the whole affair finally pointing to one of the beautiful young ladies named Makkitotosimew (meaning 'she who has large breasts') wiggling her finger, motioning her to join her. "Come, Makki, I need your counsel." The younger lass ran excitedly to Jane, her huge chest flopping about like salmon fighting currents to spawn. Her lustrous jet-black hair was cascading over her firm shoulders like the first-ever glamor shot at young Sam Walton's General Store.Jane.