“Yes, Les! I promise.”“Don’t be giving away that sissy ass.”“I’m not. I’ve gotta run by the office for a bit.”“Where?”“At the ...ursing home. We own it,” he referred to the 16-bed facility“Oh yeah?”“Yes, baby!”“Good! I like to own things.”“No one is coming by today. If anyone shows up, call me before you let them in,” Ritchie stressed.The last time Les opened the door to a stranger, it resulted in the disappearance of their 65-inch HDTV and his wallet.Ritchie learned a valuable lesson at that. Now that she had her very own 'haint' to talk to, she couldn't get enough. At least a couple of times a week, I'd arrive home from the lab to find her in my kitchen sipping tea and gossiping with Annie about everything that had happened in the neighborhood and the rest of the world since she died. The old lady's worldview was interesting to say the least. About President Obama, she said, "Oh, he a smaht man, a real smaht man. He jess ain' black 'nuff."Daisy had an insatiable curiosity about. Daisy was also hired a little while ago and was 5ft 7in, dark and had nice boobs.I used to watch wwf and the babes in the ladies segment always got my dick standing at attention (6 in long and 1 1/2 in thick) Now Pooja was always staring at me and poking fun at me when no one was looking and when i was watching TV she used to always come and make kissing sounds near the door and hide. This went on for two weeks and as this made me a little horny i let it continue.. After a while she started. Most were about Nudist Camps and that type of thing, I was not ready for that, and I knew it. Then it hit me, I could go camping in the countryside with a friend, in fact I knew just where I could go! My uncle had a farm about forty five miles from the city with a large pasture. ‘Perfect!’ I thought. My friend Wendy had been on my last naked fiasco, streaking across a college campus, not ours but one where nobody had known us, maybe she would go camping with me. The week sped by and Wendy and I.