I'm thinking of a coffee, but we end up at the mucky duck, just by the theatre.We find a quiet nook, where we can talk discreetly.Mike and I sit next ...o each other, on the bench against the wall and Emma sits on a chair, with her back to the room, across the table from both of us.We sip our drinks, and the talk gets more risqué.Emma discreetly unbuttoned a couple of buttons to reveal more cleavage.I feel something on my lap and look down to see Mike's hand on my crotch, slowly rubbing my cock. It was a Friday evening, around 8 pm, I was coming back from my tuition, when aunty was speaking to my mom, and at the end of their conversation, when aunty was preparing to leave, and she asked my mom if she could send me to their house, as uncle was not around. She said, she was little afraid to stay alone, because she was not keeping well. My mom happily agreed to it…I was very happy about what was happening, and planning myself to sleep in the TV room, thinking that I can watch the late. She had his number, that was for sure. “We can go to my house. Daddy’s away on business and Mom doesn’t mind.”“You sure?” said Wayne, not pushing her away.Sara released him. “I’ll tell her we’re doing Bible study, that usually works. She’ll be zonked out in her bedroom anyway. Come on let’s go.”Wayne threw a glance at Cameron.“If you say so,” Cameron said.They walked the short distance to Sara’s house, Cameron pushing the bike behind the other two. They were deep in cutesy-couple whisper mode. I could see, from having visited the land itself, that Gene had spoken the truth when he said it wasn't farm land. It was ridge land, with second growth trees and a lot of undergrowth that made it ideal for birds to nest. There were plenty of rabbits and squirrels as well. It was connected to the Underwood property by a ninety foot corridor of common border on the South end of the small parcel.The title search I'd been given showed that Tom Macklinson had sold the property back in 1934, to a.