We explored with flashlights, looking into nooks and crannies. The shed was indeed a garage with room for four cars or tucks, or three and a spacious...work area. The barn was a catchall of old farm equipment and several tarp covered piles of stuff, some of it the was probably the furniture Martha had mentioned. Sandi was looking pensive, worried about her fathers reaction and missing out on some of the fun we were sure to be having late at night when she had to be home.In the morning I told. It was only in the morning when her husband and one of his friends arrived at the door that she realised that granny had got a signal on the phone at the farmhouse and rang Robert from Annie’s phone quite early in the evening and told him where she was that she worked out that he had urged granny to take advantage of his slut wife.All Robert had wanted in return was pictures of what had gone on that he could circulate to show just what a slut Annie was and to blackmail her into allowing him to. We are very open minded.. . We share our real feelings in ISS.. We get hundreds of mail . . .we both address is separately. Her friends are her’s and my friends are mine…I think, we should SINCERELY THANK our ISS (we both are also a regular readers) for the great service they provide – Congrats to ISS Team – Please accept our Regards.One request to all READERS – if, you could find time to read our ISS stories, don’t you think it is our moral responsibility to MOTIVATE, COMMENT, SUGGEST… & send. It got so bad that I myself had sometimes went out of control and jerk off with the thought of my mother.From this moment I gave my mother often hugs and kisses on her cheek and I did everything for her in house to make her happy.As a result, she became used to my hugs, and I did it more often, sometimes she lay in bed watching tv and I came up behind her and grabbed her tightly to her waist with two hands and we watched tv together.But this was not enough, I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted.