Getting to my inlaws house and upstairs with the k**s was fairly easy. They were so tired from the whole ordeal, I knew they'd sleep until morning. My... mother in law, Sara, helped me and Nikki get the k**s out of their clothes and into thier beds. Seeing them settled, I relaxed a little. Sara went out to get a cup of water for them in case they woke up.I stood there staring at them when I felt Nikki's hand on my arm.Looking at her in the lamplight as the sun had faded minutes before, I was. She arrived at Strathcarron station at 2 in the afternoon, I met her with the only hire car from the garage in the village, an old Austin Cambridge. She looked as delicious as ever- you simply don't forget a woman like Autumn. 5'4" of pure oozing sexuality. Now in her 40's with a lovely well-proportioned and slightly more curvy body than I recalled and larger breasts to die for, she was everything I had dreamed. We kissed, her lips hot on mine telling me how much she had missed me, I came near. " then I stepped up close to him and held his balls in one hand, while I gave his cock shaft some strokes. His cock went from flaccid, to erect in seconds, and then I knelt on the dirt path, which was littered in fallen leaves, and began sucking his cock! As I did, the other guy, who said his name was Jorge (whether it was, or wasn't didn't matter to me), took his cock out and I began going back and forth between the two of them, and sucking their beautiful brown cocks with my usual. Ever since I was 12 or 13 or so back in Indianapolis, I was usually the tallest one in the room. And then the biggest within a couple of more years. Size made my whorehouse life easier, generally speaking. Even a pig-drunk cowboy hesitated to take me on once it dawned on him that he was no longer packing.But there was more to it than size. My mother and her two sisters had drilled some life lessons into me. There was a lot of love in our home and I listened, usually. Especially when three.