The weird thing about this conversation was that I was still standing there with my shorts around my ankles and my cock in my hand. I’m telling you ...here was some kind of time warp involved there somehow.Charlene changed gears on me. “I like your idea,” she said.“Which one?” I asked.“The one where whenever somebody asks me what something is like that they think we do together, that I tell them all about it.”“I thought you didn’t like that because you don’t know how to describe any of that. Right then I knew I had a prime candidate for relieving my pent up stress. I grabbed his shoulder, flipped him over and put my other hand around his neck, tightening my grip on his balls a little more as I held him down. "You'll suck my cock until I tell you I want your ass". With that I stood back, pulled off my pants and sat on the seat, he crawled in between my legs and went to work. He must have sucked a lot of cock because he knew his business, I held back as long as I could before dumping. You would do anything so as not to have them boys catch you and fucks you? Sybil not quite sure what to say hesitantly said, yes.... yes that she would do anything! Old Tom with what seemed to be a twinkle in his eye, hollered at the dog! Brutus boy, come here boy,.. as he got up and grabbed the dogs collar, walked out and down the hall to the locked door that the young men were trying to open. With one hand flipped the lock and at the same time pushing the door open slightly, the. How dare she even think about leaving him? Who did she think she was? She was his property. It was none of her damn business what he did with other women. Men could do sleep around, but good women weren’t supposed to. As he sat there, drinking beer and fuming, he saw a sheriff’s department cruiser swing into the diner parking lot. He ducked down and, in doing so, bumped his head on the half-full case of beer on the seat next to him. His truck was in the back of the parking lot, in a shadowy.