“You’ve got your cock,” Candy said, with a glance down between us. She then twisted her stiletto a fraction of a painful inch. “And I have min.... Never touch another woman’s cock.”I choked, trying to respond. As I said, I was dehydrated. Candy’s eyes narrowed. I got the feeling she was still deciding what to do about my particular violation. I wasn’t one to let other people decide my life. I swallowed and then coughed just a little.“Candy,” I said, keeping my eyes on her and doing my best not to. I usually found his gran mom there cooking or cleaning, and my buddy on the road with his gran dad. So I had nothing to do the rest of the day. I showered and sat down to breakfast with his grandmom. She was a sweet woman who he married after his wife (my buddys real grandmom) died. The age span was pretty big but i figured it had to do with the money the old farmer had. I ask her what she did for excitement on the farm? she cooked and cleaned. In the winter she would travel some with her. I looked up. She opened the door and there she was standing right there like an angel. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt, that hugged her skin tight and left little for imagination of her contours, and a pink capri with white floral print. Her hair set in her signature pony, big eyes, red inviting lips, slender neck, ripe oranges just the right size to hold in my palm, t-shirt clinging her waist till an inch above the capri, which reached a couple of inches below her knees, allowing her milky. In other words, Sabreena sneaked a camera over here and took some pics. I will mail you a few. Maybe they work as you wish. I hope so. If not, they are still nice tokens of a fabulous time."I hugged Alfred."Even if I do not know what I can do, will you let me help, please?" Thank you, Bert. Yes, we are in this together. Use your old computer. Wait a moment, I will fetch a small programme for your e-mails, code and decode, since we shall not speak with each other for the time being. Do not share.