I was left alone. I stood by a large window overlooking the backyard. The door opened and Ms. Applegate entered the room. She held a glass of wine in ...er hand. She silently approached me and stood beside me, leaning her shoulder against mine. Her breath definitely smelled like wine. Seems like she'd been drinking quite a lot this afternoon.Still silent, she reached out her free hand to my groin and squeezed my cock. I felt my dick was hardening on. At some point, I thought that it might be. But you have to understand that I am in charge here, and you do as I say". I mumbled that I understood. "Good, to prove it, get on your knees". I did as she said, seeing no harm in it. "Do not look away!" She came really close to me, with her pussy right next to my face. She stood with her legs apart, put her hands on her pussy, and spread her lips... They were freakishly long, but very sexy. I could literally smell her, and I licked my lips uncontrollably. "NO TOUCHING!", she commanded. I was. Over the last one hundred and ninety years there had been about nine generations of Waltons, which taken into account exponentially, allowing on average three children per descendant would add up to the present generation numbering nearly 30,000.Of course this is a figure which does not allow for each of the multi-tiered descendants having more or less than three children, nor does it allow for the odd descendant dying before procreating, nor does it allow for any members of the previous two or. "Maybe you were hoping I would bring back four campers, "he laughed. "I do know some that go to the lake and fish about a mile away. They sometimes do visit me, and that is why I got the idea for that story. Yes, Elena, I did write it, in answer to your question. And I have written more stories too. I told you I get lonely out here, and I do like my fantasies. I write one a month for that magazine, so obviously you now know the subject I have for that one. But I write for others as well. There.