Uncle Jack openly laughed at the expression on my face before telling me "Close your mouth, Mike, before a fly gets in!"I picked my jaw up off the gro...nd, and Uncle Jack told me "You heard me tell your dad, that was a right good turn you did us with that hay idea. It was my idea to give you a truck for your graduation; I figured that clunker you have is fine for around town, but didn't think it was something to take on the road" - I'd had the same thoughts - "and the boys here decided to dress. He licked her clean, as her body convulsed under his lapping tongue, his finger tip working her clit in steady flicks as she clawed at his muscled shoulders in ecstasy, her mouth parted in a silent moan as she convulsed and exploded in a wave of creamy wetness over his tongue, his mouth filling with her flavor as he licked her clean. He slid himself back into her now released cavern and groaned, “You are so deliciously wet, my love. Dear Goddess, I don’t know how long,” he grunted as he thrust. I couldn't watch, thinking how close to being onthe receiving end of similar treatment I'd been earlier.The strains of Bolero began playing and drew my attention backto the screen. The quality of the filming was very superior toanything previously shown. Master Jack knew his craft. Even thoughI'd witnessed the actual performance in person; on the screen itseemed far more sensuous. The crowd was mesmerized, watching insilence until the thundering crescendo's of the finale brought themto their. The new Peter insisted on treating her just like the way she had once treated the original April.Peter sighed with deep disappointment, and continued. "I suppose I shouldn't complain. He treats me well, I can buy almost anything, but I feel so powerless, so much a pet not a wife. I want to do something to help him run the company, but Peter says 'soon'! Men have such an advantage over us - they act directly while we muddle in guilt and insecurity. We are so programmed. I hate it! But then I.