"Yup, there she is" my mother responded, still stroking my dads hardening cock. "She's grown in to quite a woman now hasn't she? Do you remember when ...y ass was that tight and round?" she grinned."Yeah, such a long time ago now" my father joked.My mother gave his cock a hard, unpleasant squeeze. "Cheeky sod" as my father grimaced. "Remember, when you used grab my ass at every opportunity, no matter where we were, sometimes even in full show of my family at our re-unions?" mother reminisced.. So quickly I was shocked and had no time to reactshe handcuffed one of my hands to the arm of the bench and one of my feet tothe leg of the bench. "How does it feel slave to be handcuffed to a park bench?" she asked me. "Rememberif you piss me off now and do not obey then I simply get up and leave. Youwould have a lot of interesting explaining to do if a cop or someone came alongto eventually help you. Remember we know you but you do not know who I am Iwill simply get up and walk away at the. At the meeting, we also learned where the ship’s store was located and visited it when it opened a short time after the meeting. They had all of the things that we had discussed the previous evening and more. Some of the items were free and others you had to pay for, like alcohol. The amount was debited from your pay electronically.It turned out that officers received a small daily ration of alcohol for free. The Colonel chose wine, and I chose ale. Enlisted personal needed to pay for their. He was thinner and taller than Uncle Ambrose, but not as tall or as thin as Dad or I were. The process was pretty much the same as it had been with Ambrose, except quieter. Uncle Aaron did not strike me as much of a talker. He did smile at me when we shook hands though.Grandfather McKesson. Andrew Jackson McKesson. 'Bull' McKesson.I had heard a lot of things about my Grandfather. One thing I absolutely knew, even before meeting him for the first time, before ever speaking on the phone even, was.