The delivery trucks had false floors. They would pick up moonshine in the south along with blank paper from the pulp wood mills and deliver it to his ...arehouses in the area. The blank paper was replaced with printed stock and delivered with the booze to the buyers in the cities of the north using the publishing business as a cover.As Charlie needed money after the moonshine business dried up he began selling parcels of land to keep the printing business going. I knew he had a big plant in. She filled the tub and undressed behind a half closed door, and descended into the water as the tale continued.I stood outside the bathroom as we talked, so I could see her face. Delores told me of her affair with my grandfather, my father, my uncle, and she’d even banged my cousin Chris.Her story wasn’t about sex, but emotion. Following her impulses instead of her reason. Just like I had.When she finished her story, I had a lot to think about. The legal and financial side was a tangled mess. I lie on my side, facing out into the room, watching the clock tick slowly toward midnight. I must have dozed off because I suddenly jump awake as the couch shakes. I try to get up, but strong, cold arms wrap around me, holding me still. I try to scream, but a slick tentacle slides into my mouth, muffling the sound.I'm helpless as the tentacles wrap around my waist, dragging my boxers down. I try to keep my legs together, but I feel the back of the couch ripple and a thick tentacle emerges,. "Give us a kiss."Our first coupling was deep, hard and vigorous at the side of her high bed, and then we got under the quilts and rejoined our bodies for a much more leisurely rogering that left us both happily satisfied. Her strength surprised me as I bent her nearly double, holding her hips and plowing her deeply while she heaved against me and arched her back, moaning happily, her feet solidly planted by my hips."Well, sir," she said, lying athwart my spent loins, her fingers at my mouth,.