They smiled at me then took it in turns to strike me and rub the stinging nettles on my bare skin. I cried out as the agonising pain grew. The other m...n were laughing as they watched hundreds of tiny red blisters form on my arse cheeks.More smack from the nettles landed, a few even stinging my pussy lips which started to swell. The stinging was unbearable making me cry out, but this pain stayed and itched.Then I heard a voice firmly instruct me, “Suck it!” I opened my eyes to find that “it” was. Ron’s hand pointed the other way.“Hang on a minute,” said Bobby. “We need something to lay across the arms of your wheel chair.”Bobby went to the kitchen, where Amanda was fully involved in ruining dinner.“That’s the garage, right?” he asked, pointing to a door that was on one side of the kitchen.“What? Yes. What’s wrong?” asked the harried woman.“Nothing,” he said. “Go on with what you’re doing. I just need to look in the garage for a minute.”“Why?” Amanda looked at him like he was crazy.. I asked him what he thought I should wear that would seduce the fifteen year old without scaring him away. My husband said to wear a short flimsy white robe that he really liked me in. That way, if it seemed like he was really interested, I could reveal more, as though it were an accident. That night, my husband's cock seemed bigger than his normal seven inches when we talked about me and the paper boy. We both came, and came as we fucked each other pretending it was the teen. The next. I was about to doze off when Sandra came over to me with Jimmy right behind her. She was holding a hard case that looked like it was for a guitar."Grandpa, I found what I was looking for. I found a left handed guitar and a mandolin. I want you to buy them so I can teach you how to play this winter. Jimmy and I already found each of us a mandolin so we can all play together." You two are something else. I will buy them all for us on one condition." What's that?" You two promise not to make fun.