The monster cocks....The muscular men...the fat men...the skinny men....the 18 year olds....the ones over 70...The hotels...our marital bed...the back...seat of cars...Churches...where she has spread her legs and let many men use her simply for breeding practice and a place to deposit their seed.Now, a well used senior citizen, she still sucks a mean cock...she can still use her pussy muscles to make a man cum, all without moving. She does it all to please me!Susie became so popular with the men. "Yes, Trey. Sure. I just woke up, Trey." her whispered voice barely detectable."Yes, Sir. Yes, Trey. I will be right down, Sir." she muttered.Immediately, Julie closed her cell phone and began filling a glass of water for herself in the kitchen."Julie? What the heck happened? Why are all those marks all over you?" I gasped, becoming disturbed."What are you talking about?" my wife asked."Th-those marks all over your face and arms. You're covered with them! What the hell?!" I snapped.Julie rushed. The site showed the office, some project shots, mostly, including one or two of their team in various industrial sites. It was just what one would expect of a company's website.I caught the headlights of Gramma's car when she parked. I kissed Ed a little 'I love you' kiss as we climbed apart from each other and I met Gramma as she was walking up to her door."How was dinner?" Gramma asked."Let's get inside and I'll tell you," I said.Gramma's used to me being happy. I think she sees it as an. Some things never change. _____________________________ She was washing dirt from potatoes she had carried in from their field not a half hour before when she first heard the sound. Not quite a rustling of dry autumn leaves, not quite the gentle whisper of a fresh breeze through the pines behind their cottage — no, the sound was more a sigh. It was, she thought, as if the earth itself had sighed. She dropped the potato she had been washing and walked to the open door. Tomas was gathering wood.