What are they up to? I wonder to myself.Well we told them our troubles, about the Brutes and all. They said they was going to take care of it for us. ...e stops, thinks hard for a moment and says. They seemed to think we would be grateful to them and all. After that, well they up and left. That was a few months ago.Did They say who they were? I ask, it would be nice to know who I was dealing with.Nope, like I said they seemed to think we knows them already. Howle says and shakes his head. Lisa immediately went to work on my cock, all the watching had paid off, she was sucking it like a pro, I couldn’t take my eyes of her sweet mouth sliding up and down on my cock, she was really enjoying herself, she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and my cock in her mouth, I nearly came, she pulled off and said “am I doing it right uncle Pete” I said your doing great angel, she smiled, I said, try and take it a little deeper, she immediately took it right down as far as she could. “Will you ever pick a video like that again?” she asked. “No, Lady, I won’t!” I meant it, too, spanking or no spanking. “Good,” said Lady Ariadne in her steady voice. “Now I want you to imagine you’re fucking my pussy and thrust your cock between my thighs as I spank you.” I pumped my hips up and down in obedience to her. With the first thrust, I felt a big drop of precum slip past the lips of my cock. The cockring intensified the feeling so it felt like a small orgasm. “Precum, Lady!” I said.. It was Miss Sadie who got me into the social circle called the Grange. The Grange was the community center of rural America, even in those days. Miss Sadie pestered me till I finally let her son and his wife drag me along to the Grange's Thanksgiving dance. The year old Ford truck with front and rear seats as well as a full sized bed arrived at exactly 7 PM. I was warned not to eat dinner that night. The Grange' motto seemed to be 'come hungry'.Miss Sadie's son introduced himself, but I got.