I will pounce. I grab him between the legs and apply a small pressure to his manhood. I have him against the wall. My kisses are at his chest and I pl...yfully flicker my tongue against his nipples. I continue my way down, planting soft kisses. I reach his belly button and he is frozen. He does not know what my next action will be. I take his cock in my fingers and play with his delicate parts. He groans and begs me to stop torturing him. I ask him if he likes it and I receive another groan. I. He remembered I was there this afternoon and wondered if I had snooped around. He went in the room and immediately noticed that the lock on the trunk was unlocked. God, I must have left it unlocked when I left this morning he thought. What if my son saw the things in there. What would he think? Would he say anything to anybody about his father's secret?Maybe he didn't see anything at all and just left everything alone. He would check his security camera just to make sure. He had installed a. Could Ihave some water, please?" Water? If I give you the local water, you'llprobably get the run-runs, Montezuma's revenge. You'd better have beer. George, would you giveAnn some beer, please?"Ann felt the bottle being forced into her anus, but itdidn't hurt, and there was no resistance by her analmuscles. George pushed the bottle almost all theway in, and Ann could feel the cold beer filling herrectum, being forced out of the bottle by thebubbles of gas released as the beer warmed up.. Oh, yeah ... There are the annual dues, too." How about the property?" Mom asked.Kris just slowly shook her head.Mom just grinned. "You're correct as far as you went," she said, "but you're missing something. You see, the club doesn't own the property it sits on; we do." Huh?" Kris gasped, utterly amazed."It's really funny, I guess," Mom continued; "but not very funny to some. You see, our families have owned that property forever. Way back when — about 90 years ago — some people thought that.