Pat said, "Dad, let's take your truck. I can sit in Mark's lap." She grinned.He responded, "I guess that would work. We can find supplies for signs in...town but we can't forget our guns." We nodded at his words. After washing dishes, we drove into Ellijay.We went to Walmart first though planned for the eventual meet to be at Hardee's on the corner of US 76 and GA 515. It was a well-known point. There was a couple there and Dad went up to them. They were a man and woman in their forties. Dad. We were always cold, sometimes wet and often utterly miserable. Still the smart folks picked an Inuit mentor and learned (or tried to) as much as about this seeming frozen desert as we could. A few of the little tid-bits of lore that I picked up probably saved my life several times in later years.My buddy-partner this time was a Pennsylvania kid who really wanted to get into the Arctic petroleum exploration business and become obscenely rich. The kid was as smart as a whip but he was a bit too. I kissed him again, sucking on his tongue and working on his shirt with my hands. I felt the shirt fall entirely open as I undid the last small button. I began feeling him up, my hands traveling from his lower stomach to his shoulders, and back down again to unbutton his suit pants. He slid two fingers inside me. I let out a moan of pleasure and scratched down his stomach. I pulled his hard dick out of his pants. I gently stroked, all the way from base to tip. He pushed in another finger, going. ??She once told me a story about a reformatory boy she?d caught masturbatingwith a stolen dirty magazine in a linen storage room.? She proudly boasted that she waited untilvisiting day, and then, in her office, severely paddled the boy in front of hisvisiting mother, aunt, grandmother, and older teenage sister. ?Making thatboy drop his trousers in front four females gave him a temporary lesson inhumility, but making him squeal in front of them as I reddened his bottomhelped keep him in line for.