He was a really friendly guy, about 62 or 63, five foot ten, stocky build and balding with mostly grey hair. He was a widower and lived alone and his ...house reminded me of my own grandparents house, they all seemed to smell the same! He was really friendly and showed me a huge collection of magazines which I really enjoyed seeing. He said I was welcome to come any time and over the summer I dropped by another three or four times. I went round during the summer holidays, the rest of my family had. .." This plea, along with something about the way her body moved as shebrushed the dyed blue hair out of her eyes gave me a flash of awareness."Jeez, Jamie... Again?" "You're the only one I trust," she said looking down at the floor,biting her lower lip, and then glancing back up at me with lust in hereyes. I opened the door fully to let her into the apartment. "Where the hell were you today? At school?" I tried to keep my contemptlevel high so I wouldn't succumb to her advances. It wasn't. Just then we were brought out of our trance-like passion by a shrill beeping; I had completely forgotten about the pizza. "Maybe you should get that." She smiled, while she teasingly squeezed my cock through my coarse jeans. "No, I don't want to leave this moment, if I do I might do something stupid again." That earned me a slight giggle, "I think the dumber thing would be to ignore it and let the house burn down." I couldn't argue with that logic; we broke apart, I didn't remember the. He leaned down and uncuffed the pig?s ankles, then straightened up and lifted it off the hook. He tossed it over his shoulder and carried it back to the stainless steel work table. He loosened the rope at its wrists and slipped it off. Holding both the sow?s arms behind it?s back with one hand, Jackson picked up a spool of wire from the tray by the table and wound it tightly around it?s wrists. He cut the wire and twisted the ends together then laid the sow back on on the table. He spread.