We joked that we would be old ladies together after the men had passed on, that my daughter would always wonder about Mom and 'Aunt' Adelle living tog...ther at eighty-five.Eighty-five. Our relationship didn't even make it to thirty-five.Adelle's husband was a good man. Hard working, devoted. He was Adelle's biggest fan and dull as stale toast. He was so afraid of losing his greatest possession that he exerted strange little ways of controlling her. But I allowed everything. He saw me as a bad. I finally said the only word that made any sense, Wow! I muttered. It was 10:30 when we left the house. We had decided that we were going to go down to the lake and walk around and do some talking before I had to leave tomorrow. It was a small lake with a path surrounding it as it wound through some pastureland. It had several nice stands of trees with picnic tables scattered under them to have a picnic lunch so we packed a basket and a blanket to sit on and headed down the road towards this. I felt a load of Johns hot cum slide down my throat. He pulled out and another rope of hot cum hit my face dripping down onto my tits. John pushed my head down and shot another rope of cum in my hair.We sat on the floor exhausted gasping for air.Oh fuck John I am a dirty girl. Your cum is all over me.One day I'm going to take your ass slut.MY ASS?That's what happens to filthy sluts.I was both turned on and a bit leery. It intrigued me when my co(u)sin wanted to take my ass when I was fi(f)teen. Mark turned to the audience as she sobbed with hopelessness. "Well," he asked, "who wants to volunteer their animals to help Laura find herself. I need three volunteers."There was a chorus of volunteers as the women called out, offering their dogs for the job. He selected three--one huge brute known as Handsome, another called Rex, and a slender young German shepherd answering to the curious name of Fidelis.All the dogs came up onto the stage. Cleonora had taken a marijuana cigarette and was.