I told him everything. The abuse, the name calling, how my friends wouldn’t stand up for me. How my sister got knocked up by my worst enemy. “Son,...you got a problem.” I thought to myself “obviously Gramps. Thanks.”He arose and motioned for me to follow him down into his basement. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Every square inch of the basement was covered in pornography. Stuff I had never seen. Stuff I could never imagine. Stuff that I’m pretty sure was illegal. There was a bed, a wardrobe, and a. There may be other Wanaruah tjuringa stones in this box or in the others. I'm not sure what we should do. It is centuries since this was used by the clan. It was buried and lost and dug up and despoiled. Like the clan. Let me rewrap this and place it in the box. I will go home. Perhaps I will dream of it. Baiame may inform me. But do not touch this yourself. It is forbidden to women."The spirit ancestor regarded his tjurunga as portions of his own being; and was always fearful that strangers. I opened my mouth and sucked, I felt her nipple brush against my teeth.Crack.“I said suck it not bite it, it’s a nipple not a steak” the crop had struck my ass, the sting not as bad as some of the previous ones, but I softened my sucking. In my mouth I could feel her nipple grow, hard, yet homely, maybe it was memories deep inside of when she used to nurse me. I could sense her breath getting heavier, her stomach (I think) rubbing against my erection. Suddenly I felt one of my legs release, the. I was in a pretty good mood, and had even put on my favorite gray suit and a new tie. She was sitting on the bench, holding the instrument case in her lap. I smiled at her as I approached." I," I said as her eyes glanced up. I barely heard her say "Good morning" as she quickly looked down again. We were the only people at the stop, and there was an awkward silence.I continued to look at her from where I stood beside the bench, and remembered how I had caught her instrument when she almost.