It was a timber-framed, well-built place with a big barn and several outbuildings. Smoke trickled from the stone chimney. I rode clear around the home...tead, did not see anything suspicious so stabled my horse, unholstered my musket and knocked on the back door. An aged black servant answered and let me in to a small back room. The kitchen work was evidently done in the cellar during the winter. I could smell something cooking while I waited and it got my taste glands aroused. The place was very. "A kid in baggy shorts and a loose denim shirt suddenly was elevated from the front row onto the stage by his buddies."What's your name, honey?" asked Brenda.The young man blushed and said, "Sam." Okay, Sam," said Brenda, "you give it a try, but be gentle, okay?"Sam took the rod gingerly and grinned a stupid, embarrassed grin."Go ahead, push it in," cried several in the audience."Shove it up to her fuckin' tonsils," yelled the big guy in the Tarheels T-shirt.The kid slid the rod in and out with. I jumped and froze with him telling me to relax resting his head on my shoulders holding me tighter moving his hips on me and I could feel him getting hard on my butt, he told me don't that bump feel good on my ass, I nodded yes I had been thinking about being with a man and was wondering if this should be the time and with him. He turned me around holding me around my waist saying do you mind if I kiss you, I nodded yes it started with a few pecks then a deep wet kiss with him putting his. I myself thought long and hard about it, though my mind was freed of the chains that bound me inside about it all, and I finally said; “Why do you want to know what happened that day in there Patti?”“Oh you know Jackie she replied.” “Curiosity and all that Jackie.”I was shaking fearfully now, and why I cannot say, maybe it was because I feared telling her anything about it with the same feeling that what if anyone else ever finds out fearful.She just still stroking her hand and fingers through.