The O'Malley's was a fine pair of fools. Danny was not quite certain which one was more ignorant, the father or the son. They would both be equally at...fault if one of the riders broke their back and was paralyzed for life or worse yet, broke their neck and with a funeral shortly after. The other one called Timothy Leary was more mean spirited in his attitude and Danny could almost see the evil intent swirling around his unshaven face and his beady red eyes showing the effects of too much ale. The state wanted to include it in my allotment but it’s too steep to plow or graze. Didn’t see no sense in it.”“Thanks ... we’ll be back.”“Hold on. You want to buy it?”“Yes Sir.”“Why?”“Summer cottage. We’ll make one trip with materials and equipment and then limit our access to once a week.”“Ain’t nothing there.” He said. “Hell, I’ll sell you my side ... it’s too steep.”“What’ll you take for it?”“Thousand.”“Abby? Pay the man.”She fingered out ten Jolly Green Giants and passed them over.“Mum.. "One thank you Miss." After a brief pause a second blow hit me."Two thank you Miss" and so it continued until I had received alltwelve strokes. By then my ass felt as if it was on fire and I was surethat I was marked for life, although in reality I suspected I wouldjust have some wheals and bruising that would disappear in a few days,but it would make me remember today for a while."There's a good girl," she said sweetly "Now lets hope you rememberthis and try and do better next time I come."She. I can feel the hardness and thickness of his cock even better as it is pressed against the thin material of my short skirt. He takes his hand off my waist and pulls my hand behind my back and lays it against his throbbing erection. I can feel the thickness of his cock and it is pulsating as his heart races while I grasp it hard. I can now feel the tiny drips of his pre-cum on the palm of my hand as it drips. Slowly I stroke his cock and hear his breath in my ear quicken... I stroke it harder.