He handed me mine and asked, "Did you know that this house is in my name? When we built it we put it in my name because Ray didn't have the money to p...y the taxes or the insurance. I already owned the land and I supplied the material and me and my friends did most of the work on it. It's mine. That Lincoln out front is mine too. I can do any damn thing I want with them. And the hardware store I worked all my life to build up. That's mine too. I used to love working there but I have to tell you,. Carlos, Enrico and Hector rounded the corner before I could adjust myself. They spoke excitedly Spanish 'Héctor Enrique, mira lo que he encontrado. Boi coño jodido y thats sido dejado para nosotros, es nuestro día de suerte te digo.' I did not need a translator to tell me what was said. The three of them was naked before I could get my legs down and on me so quick I could not flee. My lips was caked in dried sperm and my butt hole was a reservoir of the past hours cum deposits from twenty. I find myself with the very basics of the memory, but beyond that I can’t grasp anything. Then something happens at random and a memory comes to me in striking clarity. Some unknown visual cue, smell, or sound triggers a memory so powerful I have to stop in my tracks. That happened to me today, while standing in the hardware super-store. I was ambling about looking for tomato cages when I passed a display of axes and hatchets. A big axe with a bright red blade and a blonde wooden handle caught. I have no idea where the hell she is going with this so I answer honestly."Probably not." Having her so close and knowing the only thing that separates us is a flimsy price of silk is driving me crazy and I know there is no chance she can miss the obvious buldge between my legs.With a sly smirk she nods. "That's what I thought " and without another word she is straddling me, her lips crashing into mine. My brain turns to instinct mode and I can't stop myself from reacting. Her tongue darts in.