Not that the idiots listen to those kinds of admonitions. I think that the designated towing company is thinking about renting a space in the parking lot to be handy for all of the business they get here. I opened the box, with my cute little brass key that works fine after being used for a couple of years. And lo and behold there is a pov letter for me from some kind of lawyer’s LLC that is unknown to me. But it is addressed to me, Otis Merryfield, just like it says on the front of the envelope. So, being curious, because I allow very little mail of importance to come here, instead of my post office box; I move up the teen stairs to my condo unit, one of the single ones and wave at the nice policeman living in one of the lower front units as I pass him by. He would have waved back, I know, except he was giving his girlfriend a very fervent hug as he readied himself to move off to God knows what kinds of dangers that he will face this day. When I settle my aching bones down, I prepare to open the envelope with its apparently important message. And I find out right away in the letter that they are representing a long forgotten uncle of mine, Ben Kendall, whom I haven’t seen since my marriage about fifty years ago to my now departed wife. No, she didn’t die, she just departed to places unknown to me. Oh guess she didn’t consider me exciting enough anymore after about thirty seven years of marriage, a conclusion that a string of escorts might disagree with, especially with me up their asses. The letter goes on to say that he has passed away recently at the age of almost one hundred. A total of years more than all of his children put together, if my memory serves me right. One son died nobly in serving his country, one died ignobly in prison and the third one a daughter died at the age of sixteen. That one still hurts in my heart to this day. The upshot of all of this is that he died with no known lineal descendants, and decided to enrich a number of worthy causes and also the lives of some of his favorite relatives. I guess that included me, too, since the number for me was fifty million dollars (tax paid.) I don’t Hardcore know how much anyone else got, but that was a staggering amount to me. The thoughtful question came to me as to why he might be favoring me, whom he hadn’t corresponded with for about half of a century, and then it all came flooding back. Her family had lived right next door to mine. Her father was my mother’s brother and they had been very close in their childhoods. And Angelica and I were just the same from the time that she was born, just two years to the day after me. Mom used to take care of the both of us as toddlers, since both of Ange’s parents worked and Mom was a determined stay-at-home hard cock mom. Both families used to tease us a lot about marrying each other someday. But, she and I would just look at each other and wonder why ruin the great time we were having together by getting married. I am guessing if things had worked out though and she hadn’t died so young, that we might have tried to find a Cock Sucking place where we could have been together for good. Honestly, it's nice to have company. You need to get home to that great wife of yours.” I nodded and walked away, carrying my rifle and feeling like a total failure. I couldn't help myself. Sarah watched as Julie carefully held her juice covered hand Cock Sucking to each of the dogs, as they teen sniffed and licked them, allowing them to get familiar with the fragrance and taste of hard cock their newest bitch to be. Is that common for you to have such violet Hardcore orgasms? I’m not going down to get the clothes now.” “Fucking A, no panties?” he pov groaned, his clothing rustled. Her eyes glanced at my tits, the purple sash proclaiming falling between my round breasts. Besides, her body isn’t the only thing that sets her apart. “Here you are my Master.” Sindee says to me as she arrives over with my darling Dakota. “Bell, I cannot understand that you just entered my life to protect me. I feel useless. She slipped into sub space.