They know English because I get sick of their Indian jabber sometimes. Morning Dawn taught her granddaughters before she died so they could speak to m... in my own language. Remember, I told you once I was a school teacher and I didn’t go native all the way. It’s kind of like a game, especially with Hey Pete.”“I wondered if that wasn’t what was going on.”“Say, Chance, do you remembered that I said I might find me someone to live with?”“I do. Have you?”“Yeah, and you won’t see much of her either.. It seemed to be a crocheted dress that had a shawl covering her head built into it. There were little gaps in the weave that indicated she had on nothing underneath. Her hands were at her side, her head bowed, but perfectly postured. Like a statue, whose chest moved ever so slightly up and down. Otherwise, she was as still as the lake."Who would name their child 'Bone'? Hmm?" A moment of silence that was uncomfortable, at least for me. "Howard, this is 'Bone'. She wants to come home with us,. Ask me what?"She looked at me intently, smiling. "No. You have to promise to do it first." Is it illegal?" No.And foolishly, without further clarification, I agreed. "Okay. What?" When a blush emerged on her cheeks I knew something was up."You promise?" she confirmed."If it's not illegal, I promise." Would you spank me? And then touch me and make me cum?"My shock couldn't have been greater if she'd announced she was pregnant. My shock wasn't just from her request, although it was an astonishing. Her language would have made a docker blush as she really got going. “ Pinch my fucking nipples” she almost screamed. “ Harder. Fucking harder!” I did quite amazed at how this demure, plain Jane had almost instantly transformed into a ravenous cock hungry whore! After a few minutes she roared and screamed into her first orgasm. Quite what the neighbours made of all this I didn’t know and didnt particularly care either. Sandra lay back on the bed recovering her composure before I slid my cock.