"It's your turn to nod now, with a new light in your eyes. The first sign that the man I love is waking up inside again.I turn and retrieve the large ...stretching dildo/plug that we've come to refer to as The Truth. Because we both know that you can't handle The Truth. And that is by design. The Truth is more of a cone. Designed to stretch and train you so you can take Dirk. And my other fun cocks.Your eyes go wide. It is 11 inches of intimidation."It's okay honey. You don't have to take all of. We've got twenty thousand bushels of corn stored in bins here and at your grandparents place. I was renting them from him," he explained. "We'll be able to feed enough livestock to make it on. I just wish we had electricity, it would make things a little easier." Why don't you move down to my Grandparents' house for a while then?" Janet offered. "We got the generator refueled, and I can show Davey how to do that until you're able. I'm sure Grandma has some home canned goods in the cellar, she. " But, shit, man! The Majors!"I decided not to disillusion the lad further. After all, I was a mature college graduate, twenty-three years old. A former big-leaguer. This mere slip of a boy was even younger -- only twenty -- and his only professional experience was this two-month stretch he'd had in the American Association."I was only up for the Birds' western swing," I said modestly. "... Minnesota, Seattle, Oakland and L.A. I never even got to play a home game with them." You were an. “I won’t tell your parents if you won’t.” she said. We finished our beer and I stood up and said,”Thanks for the beer, Sandy. So, I guess I’ll see you in a couple of days?” She stood up and walked towards me. She wasn’t an unatractive woman, just old. She had shoulder length blondish gray hair, a pretty, if kind of wrinkled face, and her body wasn’t bad. She had nice sized c cup tits, a somewhat slender waist, and a big old ass. She was definitely pear shaped. She was wearing a white tank top.