This day, shejust smiled at me. "Oh, Auntie Gaile will be coming for dinner tomorrow.I want you both home and cleaned up before she gets here."That wa... it. Dinner over, I helped Connie in cleaning up a bit. Motherwashes the dishes.For whatever reason, Auntie Gaile brought over a bunch of black garbagebags filled with old clothes she no longer needed. I know because Ihelped her remove the bags from her car and put the bags in the garage.She told me what was in the bags, but didn't say anything. And the face, that had scared me so much when I had seen it the first time, with its fiery stare — the eyes were indeed inlaid with a dark reddish stone, but there was neither life nor fire in them, and in the light of the lamp its expression seemed peaceful now, not threatening, but rather — how could I call it? Expectant. And alert.I turned my head away from it, to look at the skulls — they were everywhere, on the left and right walls, there must be hundreds of them. I went and inspected some. Just then Janet glanced down at Jim’s bulge. “Um.... Can I ask you for a favor?”. “Depends on the favor”. “Can I borrow your dick for a few minutes?” Janet asked with a little chuckle. “Only if you give it back when you're done” he responded with a large grin on his face. “No promises!” she said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into her room. She led him to her bed, then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him feverishly while dragging him down onto her bed. The room was mostly. .. that was, not well, more like a windup toy, occasionally with a broken spring. I don't pay for the fuel or repair services, so I didn't whinge.My wife had kept herself fit by riding her horses and the running around you have to do, to keep them. Russ wasn't who I expected. 'Ex-pommy runt' was how most people described him. After this morning, I can describe him as 'a well hung, ex-pommy runt.' Actually, I shouldn't have been surprised, as Donna has been running him down to me for months..