I bent over the pages to start to sign, but then thought better of it. What in the hell was all of this?"Could I get an explanation as to what this is...all about?" I asked."Sorry, Mr. Jones," Strickland said, and I was surprised how deferential he was to me. "Of course, let me start at the beginning." You said this is about my Uncle Richard?" It is," Strickland, answered directly. "Your Uncle Richard died last Friday night." I'm sorry to hear that." This matter concerns his Last Will and. She'd always been the fire tender at her mothers inn. Early on in life she'd found she could reach into the flames and although she felt the heat it caused no pain. Putting the skinned rabbit she'd caught earlier on over the fire she prepared dinner. Unknown to her a sly figure crawled toward her through the grass. Drakara heard grass rustling in time to look up and see a lithe figure tackle her. She felt a hand grab her ass and another one grab the purse full of her money. Drakara grabbed the. "Richard took off his jacket and shirt and used the towel to dry himself. He put on the dry shirt and then took off his sodden pants. He hesitated a second and then also removed his wet underwear, dried his legs, and put on the wool pants. He called out and was removing his wet socks when the girl came back into the room."Thank you. That feels a lot better already." You're welcome. I'll bet with that rain you haven't had anything to eat tonight, have you?" Richard admitted he hadn't. "Well,. I could tell that 'something' was about to happen. I then heard him moan and felt warm drips and splashes on my bum and my back. His friend moved round in front of me and knelt down, all the while rubbing his cock, which looked very large ,I noticed the hair at the base of it and on his balls just like on my dads. He then told me to open my mouth and not to close it until he had finished. He then directed his spunk (I'd heard that word before too) onto my face and open mouth telling me to keep.