We wanted her on the bed now so we both carried her to the bed holding an arm and a leg each, and placed her on the bed on her back. We laid either s...de of her. Rob and Diana started kissing each other and I watched for a while. I moved down to Diana’s pussy, slid her white and black briefs to one side and gently lapped at her pussy just once. I looked up at them both and watched them kissing while Rob played with her breasts. I licked and teased at her pussy through her knickers for a few. He didn’t seem to mind losing his sleep.Grace stared at the box. She had no idea where Penny Lane was, though obviously this wasn’t a lane.“First of all there was Strawberry Fields,” he smirked, “because it was Forever. Forever as in: you never leave. Now there’s Penny Lane, which is kinda down a lane, and luxury believe me, by comparison. We used to turn the assholes here, to work for us. But you’re never going to leave either.”Grace had no idea what he was talking about. But she had a bad. Years of practice kept me from gagging as I sucked him dry and then pushed back against Jacob’s cock as he shoved it deeply into me and began to ejaculate. Someone grabbed my hair and another hard cock filled my mouth. I began sucking instinctively while someone else easily pushed their hard organ into me from behind. Some pushing and yelling began to ensue as the alcohol and testosterone began to mix in the room. The lights came back on and I saw that the room was full as I was once again. Dad put a plate in front of me at the kitchen table, a faded old wooden slab on thick legs. He explained to me the two men were from Memphis and wanted to settle a score with Hattie Jo Hooker, a retired grocer from Redfield."But, Daddy, Hattie Jo's last name is Harris." That it is, son and Hattie Jo Hooker is almost 80 years old, I'd guess. You figure they'da figured out our Hattie Jo wasn't eve near that age. But, I guess they just wanted to shoot people."I don't know, maybe someone, somehow.