At length he put a hand on Lev’s head, the other on her arm, and it was as if a circuit had been completed, as something irresistible flowed through...her veins once again into Lev she sensed the completion of one journey and the beginning of another. The old man regarded her for a moment then turned away, resumed walking but now toward the fallow field beyond the house. After a few steps he seemed to hesitate, then he stopped and turned, at finally he spoke to her. She saw infinite sadness in. She also grabbed the first bottle of Southern Comfort, five tumblers, and some ice, though this took a second trip. Stacey came back just seconds after the second trip, carrying some more chairs so we could all sit down as we ate and listened to the last will and testament of S. Troy Flanagan. My first shock came right out of the gate.“I, Simon Troy Flanagan, being of sound body and mind, at least near as I can tell, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament,” Stacey winked at me. Any other time, the tragic memories would have been too painful to bear. But not anymore. Now they only heightened his sexual pleasure and vindication.He remembered the time he was chained to a pole in the plantations courtyard and whipped. All this because he laid hands on a white overseer who was fucking his sister. He came upon them under the shade of a tree. Her pretty black body writhing under his ugly white form. She unable to fight off the brute as he forced his dirty cock in her. Kathy had always thought that this was all just a teenage fantasy, but now it appeared that Megan was possessed with the idea of actually seducing her uncle, something that Kathy realized was beyond her control. Since it was more than likely inevitable, then why fight it. After all, she thought getting fucked by Derrick was very enjoyable, so why deny Megan that pleasure.Kathy pondered Megan's story about teasing and flirting with him to get him aroused got Kathy thinking. Megan loved to use.