There were four old guys sitting around the big table playing cards. They were in just their underpants, which didn't make them look remotely fanciabl...e to me. They look up as we entered and the clearly knew Mo who introduced me to them. One laughingly said that he had heard a sweet young thing had checked in and how lovely he thought I was.They asked where we had been. Mo told them selectively where and some of what happened. Me, being less discreet started telling them what had happened in the. We finished our banking and were headed for the grocery store when I was startled by the ringing of the cell phone I was given by the woman in personnel when I first went to work for Mr. Porter. I've almost forgotten I have one!The call is from Mr. Porter asking where we are and what we're doing. I told him we're on our way to the grocery store but he said, "I'm feeling a little horny. I'd like you to drop by here first. I won't keep you long."I smiled and said, "You can keep me as long as you. Lots of people sat on their tailgates on Friday evening and drank beer.Several restaurants had started and died over the years, but there was no real place to eat. Sara taught Social Anthropology at the University. Her husband, Joe, ran a phone store in Kansas City. Both had a fair income. Joe felt the city had lots of potential. Like most of the buildings on each side of Main Street, a large hardware store had been out of business for years, and nobody wanted it.Joe wanted to open a diner /. "Fuck my pussy, Kenny. Oh, please, Kenny, fuck me!"Donna finally couldn't take any more delay. Reaching down, she guided Kenny's missile into her sopping wet cunt."Fuuuuuck," she groaned. "Sweet Jesus, what a big cock! Ooooh, yessssss!"Kenny raised himself slightly off of the chair and began to flex his powerful abs, sliding his dick slowly in and out of his aunt's box. The blonde went wild, moaning wordlessly as she got one of the best fuckings of her life.Peggy looked on as Kenny continued to.