Home cooking was sounding mighty good.I put my stock out in his pasture, and put my gear in the storage room.Mrs. Wright called us to dinner about the.... She was a very good cook. Her family was descended from the French settlers in this area. She was very tiny and talkative in contrast with Richard's big frame and muscles, and quiet demeanor.I told her all about my family back in Georgia that evening before I went to bunk in the storage room.Richard brought me a plate for breakfast in the. "I know that I'm not really talking to a dead man. I'm just answering the voices in my head," I said."And you find that less creepy than a message from the grave?" Rita asked."Well if you put it that way," I replied. "So what's the message?" Run," Rita said."Is that all, just run?" I asked."Without Sylvia the house of cards comes down. There is going to be a congressional investigation. The people who used to cover your asses are going to hide. If someone wants your ass jammed up, they can do. Walt reached over and took it in his hand and for the next several minutes as we kissed more, we both jerked off each others cock. Finally we broke off, "Suck my cock" Walt said and moving slightly down I bent over and into my mouth went his beautiful hard cock. For the next several minutes I licked and sucked his cock, savoring the hardness and taste of his cock as I took it deep into my mouth and throat. When he took hold of it and pulled it out of my mouth he now began to slap my face with. I sat down again with my butt near the end of the chair and laid back. I pulled my legs up so my feet rested against my butt and held them there with my arms. This gave him an excellent view of my pussy still, and my asshole I think. This is when the night turned weird for a little while. He started interviewing me, asking me questions about who I am, and about my life, avoiding anything sexual along the way. Itd be like if I was getting to know a friend. Of course, it doesnt feel natrual to.