Nearly every town on or closely associated with a lake had one ... motoring had become a thing.The truant officer came knocking."You have two children..." he asked, holding up his badge."Yes," Wendy said. "We home school them."This is 1929, the Stock Market took a hit and Minnesota is the land of the Little Red One Room School. It is never more than three miles ... uphill both ways ... through three feet of snow ... away from a little red schoolhouse. The teacher lives in one of two places; in. .. Justine... get down on the floor and suck Uncle John's cock," Lucy told her slave."Yes mistress Lucy," said Justine, obediently.She kneeled between my legs, and took my thick ten-inch shaft in her hands."God it really IS big from closeup!" She croaked.She opened her mouth, and her tongue flickered out to lick up the oozing clear fluid. I saw her shudder of pleasure when she tasted it. 'Good, a real cum-lover, ' I thought. I was feeling strong surges from the E, and knew that Lucy and Justine. I was about to finish and was moving my dick vigorously to get off the last drops, that he just came to my side, sat on his knees. I was afraid as hell, but did know how to react. I was also surprised how can he be so bold and so direct. He quickly took my dick in to his mouth and sucked the last drops. My cock was still slippery of pre cum oozing out of it. And it was an exhilarating feeling to have a warm mouth encircling my wet, half limp, juicy leaking cock. He was an expert, quickly. ’ She had an apathetic look that made me weary. I asked the cooks why they didn’t make the oatmeal according to the recipe, and was rudely told ‘They don’t eat that mess anyhow.’ I was instantly unpopular for asking. When time would permit I would go into the dining room and meet with the residents before and after their meals. I enjoyed it and the residents were always eager to talk. The nursing home had aides who worked in the dining area to assist the residents while they ate. I overheard.