Somewhere, (Tennessee, or Georgia she had heard) dwelt her children’s, children’s, children, but they neither knew her nor cared to. Yes, she was ...ld, but the river was older still. Her family had dwelt on its banks for many generations, further back than anyone could count, but the old gray river had flowed through its course since her earliest ancestors had crawled from the slime. Many times the river had risen from its banks to drive her family off, but they had stuck. The river had soothed. ......................................................................Chris was at his desk at work, dutifully working on a project when he remembered his fantasy about him and his boss and their wives meeting up for a dinner and sex session... he never got beyond a quick partial blowjob in the boss's office..... his fingers worked their way into his right pocket, which he'd torn out the pocket itself so he could massage his hard cock in his panties while working....Cobb drove home to his wife. She really was a very special person who would take some special consideration on his part if he were going to be able to convince her to reciprocate and try a relationship with him.Kyle nodded to himself with a final resolve to talk seriously to Dee about their getting to know each other more deeply as the bass thump of 'Redneck Woman', a song made famous by country music star, Gretchen Wilson, began its opening beat, along with the twang of a guitar. The screen behind Dee flashed the words. ’ She was awe struck. ‘You seem to be moving pretty quickly. Are you sure you know what you’re doing. I mean it’s ok if you want to take it a bit slow. No one expects you to do everything all at once. You can ease into this if you want.’ I probed and found that it was not that she doubted my ability to handle all of this. She was just worried that I take enough time to enjoy along the way. ‘It’s going to be fine. I know enough now to be comfortable with what I’ve planned so far. I’m going to.