He stated, “I can’t do it. This place isn’t fit for human occupation.”“That isn’t stopping you from living here,” countered the Sheriff....��Shit,” retorted Glen. He looked around his unfinished cabin and tried to imagine four people living in it. He added, “I don’t even have beds for them. They’ll have to sleep on the floor. They’d be more comfortable in your jail than here.”“Well, we thought about that,” replied the Sheriff with a grin. He pointed to a truck and stated, “That truck has two. I think I need to talk to you. About me, and some ... changes I'vebeen going through." I've noticed some of those changes, I'm glad you trust me enough to talkabout them, though." Say what?" I exclaimed."Not a dummy over here, remember? You were pretty tense when we startedhanging out, maybe you thought I'd turn out to be like Marcus. But as yourelaxed, I started to notice the difference. After a while it was soobvious, your mannerisms, your walk, your voice, just ... everything. Ifyou think. I came to handcuffed to my bed, wearing another nightgown, and I had noidea where the keys were... This was getting pretty damn terrifying now, it was like I was someone else half the time, some sort of Jekylland Hyde thing. As I lay there, I realised something that scared meeven more, if that was possible: my 'other half' obviously had mymemories, if I could have uncuffed myself before, but I had no idea ofit's memories, I didn't have a clue where the key was, and a couple ofhours of searching. She felt her aunt’s lips surround her clit and suck before circling it with her tongue. Tess released a muffled squeal while trying to maintain her rhythm.Tess reached down and cupped her uncle’s balls, gently squeezing the sack and stimulating the skin with her fingers.“Mmmm…yes, baby. Just like that,” he said in a low tone.Encouraged, she went just a bit further down his shaft and pushed her hand more firmly into the flesh beneath his scrotum. She could feel him squeezing that muscle,.