”Mander understood. Helen continued.“So, Julie and I and everyone else are highly interested in all this on-paper 1920s play money we’re making ...hen Julie looks over and sees the look on Troy’s face. She asks what’s wrong because we’ve been glancing over at him and doing what he does and now he’s worried. Troy tells us he knows what’s coming because Papa Emay lived through the Great Depression. And he encouraged Troy’s interest in money and finance, so he told Troy stories about those days.. Suddenly with a turn of his wrist I felt the anal bead in his fingers pushed tight on my little lubed hole. He held it there while I wiggled in surprise, waiting for me to become still and stop fighting."Relax, just relax." He whispered slowly. "I wont hurt you."Relieved, but still pinned hard, and feeling his cock on my backside I tried to calm myself while he applied more pressure on the little ball of plastic at my anus. With a little push he popped the bead inside me, followed by his very. I felt pretty happy. Then Saturday night came. I was in the kitchen rinsing out our bowls for the dishwasher when she asked the question I didn’t want to answer. ‘Sissy, do you want to do something outside of these four walls this weekend?’ ‘Well Juicy, no I don’t.’ ‘K, when are you going to be willing to meet a man that didn’t come with a referral?’ ‘Firstly, are you asking to go out or to go man hunting? The last thing I remember is you were still married. Secondly, I’m not going to nor do I. I told him I was hitchhiking to southern Florida, mentioning an old friend passed away. He questioned if it was safe for me to hitchhike. I told him I had a special friend along with me and I knew how to fire it. He understood, saying it was good that a pretty white lady protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm. We walked back to the campground together, chatting the entire way. “Well that’s you huh?” he asked, watching me walk to my tent, right next to his campsite. “Yep,” I.