Since they aren't gonnaobject and since your trailer is unloaded, you can load these fools anddo us a favor. Just load them up and take your trailer ...omewhere andleave it. If you want to, and have a way to do it, you can take acouple of their vehiucles with you and get rid of them any way you want.One thing. I want half of what you get to get sent to your pal'sfamily, clear? If you let us know where he lived, we'll makearrangements to get his rig back there, or leave it somewhere you canget. The family resemblance was striking. That they were sisters was not questioned, but that they were ten-years apart was remarkable.We'd picked up Aunt Peg at the United Terminal at SFO this morning. While my aunt and my mother were emotionally close, they'd not had the chance to spend much time together in recent years, each pursuing separate careers on opposite sides of the country. In some abstract way, mostly from snapshots, I knew Aunt Peg as a good-looking woman but I wasn't prepared for. She pulled from my grasp and quickly left the kitchen.Twice more I played the same game with Sarah. She even unbuttoned my sleeping garment to gain access to my cock. And the last time had lightly touched my penis after it had hardened.Nothing else happened, but the encounters gave me an idea. I entered my mother's room deep into the night, only the moonlight through the half-open window gave me light to see by.My gamble required mother to be awake as I had done with Sarah. So I loudly opened. The entire album dedicated to the Marquis de Sade. That’s my kind of music. Too bad the Master can’t hear it. He would like it too. Watch me squirm and spread my legs, watch my hands roaming all over my body. I grab my slit and rub, I pinch my breasts until it hurts. And I’m still thinking about that spanking I got in college. I can’t get it out of my mind now. I remember the professor’s arm around my waist, holding me down. His hand felt like made out of iron, spanking and spanking and.