The family put the house on the market and she was willing to sign the papers providing she was assured of a lifetime residence in the assisted-living... home in the country.The loss of the house was not as depressing as the fact she hadn’t had a decent fuck-fest for almost a year and using her bottom drawer battery-operated device was getting a bit too convenient to substitute for the real thing. Her face was still in good shape because she had made a point to stay out of the sun after reaching a. But, the desert was draining me. Uncle Bert would not let me give up.“Look, Davy, you got to put some effort into it. You think a good fuck just falls off the trees. Women need to be found and courted.”Courted? He meant drugged, I suspect.Shortly before nightfall, I was back in the livestock area walking around when I saw her. She was almost as tall as I was, which is unusual for a teenaged girl. I was already pushing six feet. She was mucking out a pen with a big rake. She wore jeans and a. Of course I didn't. Two of these groups were allegedly on my side. One consisted of a four man OSS team and the other an undetermined number of FBI agents. The third would have been fair game. They were a group of SS men who had slipped ashore from a U-Boat. Since Brazil was an Allied Country, it wasn't hard to figure out they were on a clandestine mission of some sort.However I couldn't shoot at the Germans. The main reason was that I wasn't carrying a gun. I suppose that means the secondary. I continued to lick Mrs. Perkins yet my mind was actually wondering who was behind me. I guess that my focus was more on the woman behind me than on licking Mrs. Perkins because I suddenly felt her open hand lightly slapping the side of my face.“Focus, young man” said Mrs. Perkins. “your dirty mind is someplace OTHER than your Mommies cunt.”I resumed directing all of my attention to my licking as the sensations in my ass and the boiling in my balls continued. The woman behind be was stroking me.