I'd seen steam coming out of his ears when he watched me escort Kitty to and from my house on at least one Sunday afternoon."Like I was saying, Office... Roscoe, we came from a school dance and I was taking everyone home when the car stopped." Try it," he ordered.I turned the key in the ignition and the car miraculously started. "It worked. Thank you, Officer." Don't let me catch you kids out here again," Roscoe said, as I put the transmission in gear."You won't," I assured him.Jane turned in her. Can I buy some?” said with a guttural accent.“I do,” David replied. “Come inside and we’ll discuss what you want.”The man looked at David before replying, “You may as well know that we’re Boers that didn’t surrender to you British.”David smiled. “I guessed as much from your appearance,” he said pleasantly.“So you still will sell some to us?” he asked dismounting and following David into the house.“My name is Ramage, David Ramage, and this is my wife Susan,” he said as way of introduction.“I’m. At 55 she had a pretty face with full lips, brunette hair in the typical housewife perm of the late 70’s, about 130 pounds and 5’7” tall with a shapely figure, C cup breasts, round behind which led to her beautiful legs, it baffled the small town of Hamlin, why she did not date and remained single after her husband’s untimely passing. She had a great personality, vibrant and positive coupled with a sense of humor that at times was kind of naughty and flirty, but only present around me and no. “Get down and bend over the table. We will both give you six strokes with the cane.”This time I helped push his erection down between his legs to trap it against the side of the table, and parted his legs so we could see his throbbing cock.Swish, swish, swish, the sound of the cane striking his bum cheeks was thrilling but although he stayed in place his cries told us it was hurting.Suzie moved up behind him and slipped her fingers between his thighs. She stroked the length of his cock, easing.