The next sounds reminded me of someone dialing a cell phone. “A cell phone?” I wondered. “Wait, they’re not speaking Frankish. They’re speak...ng the Blackfoot tongue,” was my next thought.“He’s waking up,” the first voice exclaimed.“Dave, can you hear me?” the second voice asked. The female the second voice belonged to was squeezing my hand, so I returned the squeeze.“He squeezed my hand,” she cried out jubilantly.Just then, I heard several more people entering what I now assumed was a hospital. Even if the DA accepted his plea the defendant would be in prison until he turned ninety years old.With the DA and detective Springer's permission, I went to the uncle's house to retrieve legal papers and the rest of the kids' property. It was appalling how much time their uncle must have spent making porn and how little time he spent providing a safe and nurturing environment for his niece and nephew. The house was filthy and infested with vermin. Bobby, it seemed, was the only one doing. "He's looking at me! He can see I'm naked." Mary Ann squealed.I looked and found a guy standing there in the row in front of us giving a good wank on his hard cock extending out through the fly of his jeans. At first I was taken aback, but then I actually laughed and said, "You have been very naughty, dear, acting up for our horny spectator. He's got a big smile on his face, almost as big as that cock in his right hand." Not only was this young man well endowed, but his big fist enveloping his. Paul did as he was told and when I joined him in our bed I began bykissing him all over his body. I was treating him like the women he wasto become. I stopped after a few minutes and reached into my nightstanddrawer. I pulled out a big pink colored penis vibrator and turned it on.The look on Paul?s face was priceless. He was about to say something whenI put my finger to his lips and began rubbing his freshly shaven legs withthe vibrator giving him a massage. Just because it looked like a.