My cock head started to throb and bounce. The maintenance guy looked over occasionally during his work, but the Latino patron stared. I kept my gaze s...raight ahead, pretending as if nothing was happening.When the maintenance guy left, he stared at my cock on the way out. As the door closed, the Latino guy continued to stare until he was convinced the coast was clear. He slid over to my side of the sauna room, sitting on the bottom bunk next to me while I was on the top. At this point I was. He had been a farmer, but had lost his farm in the latest financial panic and was looking for a job. Obviously, he could take over Joey’s job, so I hired him on the spot.While in town, I did follow through on my original reason for visiting the town. I stopped by the gunsmith and bought a shotgun that was virtually identical to the one I already owned. I also picked up some more buckshot shells while I was about it. Back at the camp, I had our handyman, Hank Odam, rig me a sling for each of my. My father in law, Husbands Cousin. my Son followed us. He led us up the steps to the top row by the wall. I didn't really want to sit with my Perverted father in law, up there, but husband said not to worry, we would sort it out when we find our seats We took our seats, Two guys and a woman sat in rows down in front of us. I didn't think anything of it until My father in law said "This should be perfect," and he smiled that funny little smile he does when he's up to something.When I asked him. Armisen looked down at his cup while Carson stared out the window.“I thought you knew,” the man said finally.Carson turned to face him. Armisen avoided his gaze.“That’s a lie.”“No, it’s not,” said Mr. Armisen, looking up. “I would have thought--”“How could I know who you were?” Carson asked accusingly. “I never met you!”“In two and a half years you never saw a picture of me?”“No,” said Carson. “Tyler hardly ever talked about you. He hates you.”Armisen looked down at his mug.“What I don’t.