During our chats, I express to you my yearn for passion and mystery in my life. Although you have seen pictures of me, I have only a brief descriptio... of you: 5'4, 200lbs, bald, little facial hair amd sexy eyes. MMMMMMM my imagination runs wild with thoughts of your appearance. I beg you for a picture, but you do not comply. I simply settle for the mystery. You didn't even give me your name, so I asked "What should I call you?" You reply in a rhaspy deep voice "I'm your mystery man and. An image emerges in her mind’s eye, of a father moving from abject misery to joy. She nods.“Are you ... him?” the old woman asks.“I’m Nick.”“The Nick?”“You know of me?”“A god of gods who have become trampled by history and terrible times, but who can still be heard, like the moans of ghosts emerging from hard earth, or the quiet rumble of distant thunder. There for only those who know to listen. Except your thunder could be heard by everyone.”“I suppose it did,” Nick smiles through his. I immediately start fucking you,moving my cock in and out of you from different angles and different speeds while at the same time wanking your clit with the pink vibrator which you keep with you at all times, with my other hand smacking your arse cheeks one after the other before putting your dildo up your arse with no lube, I fuck your cunt uber hard lifting your legs up and get as deep as I can into you, the dildo almost out of sight and buzzing deep up your arse, I then flip you over and. So of course, we all had to sit down and 'test' one of them - with scoops of fresh ice cream to do it properly.The rest of our time with them went by pretty much as usual. It was only on the day before we were supposed to leave that Uncle Jack asked me to go someplace with him. Of course I didn't hesitate, figuring that he needed some help with one of the animals or something. I got into the truck with him, but instead of heading toward some part of the farm, he headed toward town. As he was.