”“Mind? Hell no. I’m honored.”I laughed, “Just try to restrict your staring to those times when we’re sitting still. The last thing we nee... is to be in an accident.”“Yes, Ma’am.”I was greatly disappointed in Greg. I’d given him several opportunities to engage me in some teasing banter, but he let them all pass right on by. He turned out to be more of a little puppy dog with his tongue hanging out. Sex with me was definitely not in his future.The Dairy Mart was at the end of the town’s “Drag”,. .I had no idea what I was getting myself into...I forgot that my ex knew me far too well and what drove me sex crazy. When I got to her building she came down wearing a tight blue tank top with no bra, and black leggings. She knew black leggings was the way to my cock and she made it clear by asking me to follow her to her room as she walked very slowly in front of me. She even paused on the steps and inched her ass towards my face as I was coming up the stairs behind her. We made it to her. ”“Probably to work in the coalfields.”‘Your great-great-great grandfather was Malcolm Wainwright, Junior. He must’ve been Mabel’s half-brother.”“Holy shit ... I can’t believe it.”“Here’s information on Malcolm Senior ... He was born in Surrey, England, circa eighteen twenty. He came to this country at the age of twelve as an indentured servant.”“That’s like being a slave, himself,” Kit remarked.“Yes, but ... His indenture lasted seven years. A slave’s indenture was life-long. Mom has a note. I pretty much put these thoughts aside as I began my career and got married. After my divorce, they began to come back. I began going to an adult store that had an arcade. For a long time, I didn't do anything but watch videos. I usually wore panties and hands would come through the holes in the wall and rub me. And, cocks would come through also, but I was too scared of disease to suck them. Then, I began looking through the holes and watched guys stroke or be stroked while I stroked myself..