" You pull the car into the gravel driveway and up to the small farmhouse, parking right in front of the porch. Now that you were closer, you can see ...hat the white house was in need of a new coat of paint and you sigh, wondering if inheriting this property was going to be a blessing or a curse.When you'd gotten the letter from your Uncle Larry's lawyer, you were surprised to find out that he left you his property, especially since no one in your family had talked to him in years. Your mother's. I was the Eveready Bunny. I just kept going and going. Kelly just kept cumming and cumming.I finally lost count of her orgasms after six. After a particularly massive one, Kelly asked me to stop. I did while she caught her breath. Since the back was open, I suggested we get out and have her bend over the back of my car. She readily agreed. We got out, kissed momentarily, then she turned around and bent over. There was something about that woman. I was still rock hard.I entered her slippery wet. After he ruptured my hymen I was delighted with how little pain and blood there had been. (Little as in none, but I didn't know that.) I became even more madly in love with him, just the way a virgin would have reacted. I love that memory, even now when I know it was artificially induced. Do you dismiss a good cry over a great book just because you know it's fiction? Well L-V in much better than reading a novel! As far as Harold is concerned, he could be my uncle and I love thinking of. Of course in a so rough work environment I was the laughing stock of my fellow workers some of whom thought I was a "sissy", their words. I didn't go to town and got roaring drunk or went with the women sailors go; I mostly went down underwater and worked several hours a day and when I was resting in my cabin I was always reading technical stuff incomprehensible to most of them.I never went to my parent's home again; I went to the ranch in Idaho to see my maternal grandparents and remember.