“Mr. Reynolds, welcome back. You weren’t gone very long. Is there something wrong?”Glancing around at the usual crowd, I replied “yes Mabel, I...need you to call the doctor. I’ve got Percy Wilcox out back with a busted leg.”At that announcement there was a rush of people out the door. Mabel was on the phone before the last one was out the door. After calling the doctor, she brought a cup of coffee over. “What happened?” She asked.“It’s a long story Mabel. I think you better call the sheriff too.”. A cell phone rang and the old man looked apologetically and said that he had to answer it. He pulled away and walked around a tree to talk. Jan didn't stop fucking the boy. She was sitting well down on his cock and she reached and took mine in her mouth,"Hey dog...why don't you let the slut have some real cock," it was a black man. He had pants on the hung down oh the very bottom of his hips and an over sized sweat shirt. He had about a nine inch cock sticking from his fly and he pushed me out. So enjoy yourselves, andHilarie, don't forget to ask Jamie about Doctor Buel, will you darling!"said Lady Miranda.At the mention of Doctor Buel, Jamie paled noticeably despite the heavymake up he wore, and his whole body began to tremble. A few momentslater he appeared to recover from the shock, and smiling tightly, hehugged Hilarie. Then to Hilarie's acute discomfort, while the womenlooked on and smiled indulgently, Jamie kissed him fully on the lips.As they walked up the stairs, Jamie held. "I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This place is fuckin' dope."Not to mention, other people can also add their own branch to one of our stories, or just create one of their own altogether!"I won't say it a third time, mainly because I'm sure the Readers get the idea."Of course they do. They're not as slow as you are."Glass houses, shit-dick. I will bail and leave you here alone to meander without quotations."Hey, I can still use the singular ones... Still though, fair enough."More than.