It had changed shape from the long, thin cane into a stout, double headed cock. The base that she had been fucking herself with was wide, almost the s...ze of her clenched fist, coated with her juices. The rest of it was slightly more slender, bent sharply at the base so that it protruded upwards from her pubic area when the base was inside her, about nine inches long and deeply ridged along its length. Looking closely, she could see the ritualistic markings decorating its length, and could make. Coming this way makes for a long day but at least it was uneventful.’ We exchanged the normal pleasantries while waiting for the bag. David then said, ‘I was told to take you to the Westin but that you wanted to see the area around Marietta before I drop you off. Is that right? ‘ ‘Yes, that’d be great. I’m planning to move here and I just want to get a quick look at houses. Do you know that area?’ ‘I live in the little town of Kennesaw which is next to Marietta. So I know it pretty well.’ . She has been here before. She comes every night to hear him play. She waits. Soon her heart will open, for soon he will play only for her. The curtain to the side of a small, low stage opens and he walks to take his place on a stool to the left. In his hands he gently cradles a guitar, the sheen of its wood glistens in the reflected candlelight. He is young, with rich dark hair carelessly brushed. His frame is tall and slender. His clothing is old but still serviceable. The eyes, a deep. It was midnight when I arrived at grandmothers. It was the house that dad grew up in. My grand father had died about 8 years before and grandmother wanted to continue living there. The key was in the same place, under the lamp base so I let myself in. As I walked down the hall I could see the open door and the light still on in her room. As I passed by I said hello and she asked me how the evening went. We had a great relationship. As I proceeded to tell her the hole story I could tell I was.