The memory of his cock filling my mouth was a constraint day-dream of mine. I couldn’t have gotten the image of him shooting a huge load down my thr...at even if I had wanted to. Sex with my wife was still good. At least I thought so. I still love the taste of his pussy juices and the feel of her 38DD tits in my hands as they hung down as she rode my hard cock. All too often, she mistook my raging hard on for an invitation to fuck. Little did she know that what I was thinking about was Freddy’s. He was a savvy man, more so than his dead father, ‘Old’ Bart, had been on the farm. The increase in business was enough that he had offered the party of five a free room and had reduced the charge for their meals. He wanted to keep them from relocating to his competitor down the road.The party included a rather nondescript man accompanied by two short, very attractive women and a pair of teens or almost-teens - hard to tell. The blonde woman was clearly the senior of the two healers, but the. “Allie sweety? It’s me ... Toby. Aren’t you pleased to see me?”Her head and eyes came up slowly to meet his. She stared at him briefly and then leapt, her arms round his neck and her legs round his waist.She clung almost frenziedly to him and then her grip relaxed and she kissed him, timorously almost and then frenziedly; no tongue but lips pressing, sucking.At last she released him and their eyes were able to meet. Hers showed relief, joy and love. Difficult to discern but Toby knew her so. .........."OMG, What is that guy up to," Mrs. Myers said surprised to her stylistas she saw the young feminized man enter the salon.The stylist looked up to see what she was referring to as sherepositioned Mrs. Myers head for the next perm rod."Oh that's Sally," she said grinning, picking up another perm rod."Sally? That's a guy right?" Oh yes. He's a guy alright. He's a regular of ours. He usually comes infor a shampoo and set two or three times a month. He likes to be calledSally, so we call.