I grew up in Northern Wisconsin. Very cold in the winter and very dry, as in no humidity. Our house was oil heated and one of my household jobs was to...keep the various pots that we had spread around the house full of water so that we did not electrocute ourselves or the cats with blasts of static electricity.Yes, my brother and I were evil kids who took delight in rubbing our heavy wool socks on the carpet and then holding a finger out for the cat to sniff. The cats wet nose was a perfect. He was very excited that she was talking with him. She had a sweet voice and her black eyes twinkled when she spoke to him.“My name is Gary White. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”“The pleasure is all mine. Did you have a nice evening?”“Not particularly. Just went to a club.”“A nice guy like you didn’t meet any women to entertain?”“Nope! Why are you here all by yourself?”“Just waiting for you darling.”Gary didn’t know what she meant by that. She continued to smile and look at him happily.“Would you. He begins rubbing his cockhead against my lips. I moan. "Oh, you like that don't you slut, you like my cock against your lips, don't you?" Jack continues to rub is his massive cock against my cheeks and lips. I begin licking his cockhead and shaft without taking it in my mouth. Jack's cock quickly gets rock hard as my tongue dances all over his cockhead. "MMMMMMM... that's good, slut. Lick it!" Jack moans. I lick his cock and shaft another 5 minutes and then notice pre-cum begins to leak from. My eyes fell on an odd-looking rock half-buried in the soil. Headingover to it, I took it into my possession as well; it turned out to be thecarving of a lady's beautiful face: another relic of a time perhaps nowlong past. Taken together, the rock and skull posed a very queer butintriguing puzzle."Who could these people have been?" I wondered. "And how the hell couldtheir civilization have left so few traces?"Suddenly, I saw the silhouette of a big muscular man appear on thehilltop. We.