” Then he kissed each of them. Judith sat up, looking around. “What’s wrong?” asked Frank. “Nothing. It’s just t...me to reheat that other hot dog. Put it in me to cook for a while.” Frank unwrapped it slowly, pulled it from its bun, and carefully inserted into her vagina. Then he returned to licking and sucking her tits. Once, he briefly re- moved the hot dog from her pussy and rubbed it up and down the valley of her breasts, causing her to giggle.. They left around midnight.I suppose that here is as good of place as any in this tale to cut to the chase and just tell the rest of the story since I think, constant reader, that you might have better things to do than listen to the driveling memories of a sad old man’s common life long past. For the next eleven years, I summons and he delivers her to me. Sometimes, so I have been told, he spends hours picking out clothes that might impress by making his wife, my slave, beautiful for me. She. “At least you don’t have elephant legs.”“You don’t have elephant legs!” I protested. ““They’re gorgeous.”Shit.“They are gorgeous,” Lucie moved just enough to trace three fingertips up Brooke’s right thigh. “Not butch like mine.”“Now look,” somehow my head suddenly rediscovered dad mode, “sit down and you all stop this game. Your legs are not butch, you know perfectly well they’re stunning that’s why you’re waving them around. I’m thirty-six and you’re fourteen and fifteen, this teasing is not. She mentioned places I'd only heard of, or at best, seen on the television. She worked the stories as if she were a professional narrator for an Australian documentary, like the rancher somewhere in Northern Territories who assumed that she knew his friend in England because they lived only thirty miles apart. To him that was your next door neighbour and he couldn't comprehend the hundred thousand people who lived in those thirty miles. She explained to me farms the size of countries, of the.