“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay tonight? I don’t mind.”“No honey, I’ll be all right.” He smiled at her.“You always look at me ...s if you’ll never see me again. I’ll be back in the morning.”“I know. It’s just you’re so pretty and at my age, you never know.”She kissed him on his liver spotted forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Do you want me to turn the lights out?”“Yes, please.”The creak of the threshold board between the kitchen and living room woke the old man. The candle light showed a. I drop to my knees again. This time I not only slide my cock under the wall. I slide my knees and thighs under. Giving him even more access to my cock and balls. I want to moan loud and louder, but can't because we could get in trouble. So I bite my lip and arch my back. As I arch my back he moves a finger towards my ass hole. I start to hump his finger thrashing my hips up and down. I reach behind me grabbing his hand that is cupping my balls. Pulling his hand closer to my ass. He then slides. ”“And have him keep it quiet.”... Three days later, a pair of retired Army Ranger DI’s arrived. Deke was built like an American Indian Clint Eastwood, without the cigar and the hat. The other, a bald, black Hulk Hogan, was Jamison. Both barely under fifty and serious as all get-out.We all liked them. Well, maybe not Cait who still missed Tol and his teachings.Everyone was required to put in a minimum of four hours a day for the first two weeks with one or the other. Heather excluded. Even Beau,. In a very quiet voice, she asked, “You never had a day like this for yourself, have you?”“No,” replied Jerry. Deciding to change the subject, he looked up and said, “By the way, the guy doing the paint job on my truck is going to deliver it to me at an antique car show this Sunday. Claims that he can get it completely finished by then.”“Really?” asked Jenny in surprise as she wondered what it would look like once it was finished. It wasn’t that she was pretentious, but being taken out in either.