"Well why don't you show him how to kiss a girl properly" she teased me, coming into my arms.Not needing any further encouragement, I pulled her close... brought my hand up to her breast and fondled it while I kissed her with open mouth, using tongue and lips as we engaged in a long and passionate kiss."Wow, you're right, that was a proper kiss" she told me smiling at me, then added "do you think I should give one of those to Greg then?" Of course, that's what you promised him, wasn't it" I. "YOURSSS...YOURSS TYRONEEE...I LIKE YOUR COCK BETTERRR THAN HISS PATHETIC DICK...I LOVE YOUR COCKKK SO MUCH...I LOVE YOU BIG BLACK COCKKK...FUCKKK MEEE...IT'S SO BIGGG!" Vanessa answered. She affirmed his questioning over whose cock she likes better. "Good slut...now tell me what do you want me to do with you?" He teased."OHHH... I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME TYRONE... I WANT YOU TO FUCK MEEE..." Vanessa pleaded."Okay, well you want it hard or soft gentle love making like your husband?" He asked. Great-Grandfather McKesson was 'Bull' McKesson, and he, as was his father, were local legends and forces of nature in the region that included coastal North Carolina, having achieved the status of 'Captains of Industry' to hear Grandfather McKesson speak of it. And yes, once again there were unspoken but well understood quotes associated with that phrase as well.The matter-antimatter nature of their relationship, Dad's and Grandfather McKesson's, reached its pinnacle when Dad announced after. I drew a forked stick on the floor and said we would need one on each side of the fire pit at the front pole and again at the other shelves. I showed him how to stager the braces and shelf poles to make sure the shelves could hold about 50 to 60 lbs of meat each. The braces would also help keep the poles from ripping out the waddle on the walls. He said that he understood and that he would make it happen.I then went into the garage and grabbed axes, and my two bow saws and a couple hatchets as.