Born sometime in the late twenties, he was raised dirt poor on a depression era farm, served in the Army during the world war, and come home to bury a...wife. He remarried and raised a family by scrapping out a living on that same farm, supplementing his income and larder by poaching deer, running a bit of shine now and then, and anything else that fell to his hand. Perhaps raising a little hell or taking a drink was an outlet for the stress of desperation.His one passion was turkey hunting, to. She was tall enough that it didn’t require any booster to match my cock with her pussy.We kept this up through the rest of the basketball season, usually just heading for her room on Friday night after our game and fucking until I had to go to rehearsal on Saturday. There was never anything serious between us. She was clear that she had to get all her experiences in before she graduated and that included picking up a hurdler when track season started.Since then, there’s been no better way to. Nothing else.Maybe I was, like, at a psych ward or something. Maybe Harborview? But it didn't look like hospital. Nor a jail, not like I'd ever actually been in one. Motel? Didn't seem right, with just one twin bed. There weren't any motel rooms with one twin bed, were there? And why did it rock?I gave up thinking and pulled the covers back, swinging my legs over, and sitting up. My head ached – would I get a hangover from four little sleeping pills? My bladder urged me on, so I tried to. While doing this I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra and that her nipples were hard as rocks. We both parted at the same time and I gave her my special knowing smile. With a mischievous glint in her eye she returned it. The thoughts that ran through my head would've made a porn star blush. The night hadn't even begun yet and I was as wet as could be. After a few minutes of watching television I suggested that Tanya come back to my place and spend the night with me. She lit up and quickly.