These were a form of pastry that had a dab of fruit jelly in the center. Ginny had learned at an early age from her grandmother, and was famous for he... recipe.This was a very small town, but all the men had an open crush on this young-looking grandmother. She had a quiet shy smile that she shared with most of the older men, but was pretty aloof with the ones close to her age. She had a feckless interaction with the men her age, because she didn't trust them.During the summer, the temperature. Sukh climbed into the shower with Kayleigh. He was stroking his hands up and down each inch of her skin. Kayleigh turned on the hot water. Sukh wanted to wash every inch of her body, he lathered soap up and down her body. He spent particular attention to her tits and her ass. He got into the crevice of her ass and started circling her anus, causing Kayleigh to shiver. He inserted a finger into her ass hole, causing Kayleigh to clench her cheeks and moan in pain. I realized this was the one hole. First, this one." He handed a sheet of paper to Kent - who had pulled up his pants but whose eyes were still fixed on Georgia's activities. "I know you like to think you're in charge so this one formally signs over ownership and all rights to your wife from you to me, her new Master. Unlikely to hold up in court but as a private agreement between ourselves I expect it to be observed. You understand?" Yes," croaked Kent."I protect my property - you'd best understand that. She have any complaints. And that was it." "You attended your own funeral?" said Tom. "Yes. My dad - I mean _his_ dad invited me. As I say, the event was hardly a big deal. Besides the two Negro gravediggers only three people were there: me, his dad, and the priest his dad hired. So it wasn't a big deal. "Yet there was a sense in which it was a big deal. To my dad his son was in that empty casket, and to me my dad was in it. To each of us there was the death of someone very important and close being.