John seemed a responsible husband and father then, but all that would change in a few years. At first we got along well and he invited me to go along ...ith him on one of his runs in the summer of 1961, he drove bulk tanker for dairy farmers and visited member farms to collect fresh milk from their milking machines covering the eastern part of South Dakota. It had been an interesting busy day that first day I went with him and I,d helped as he paid me a dollar an hour. We stopped in a town fifty. ‘No no no. Not tonight. You watch, and wait your turn like a good little cunt. You’re going to do exactly what I say, you understand?’ ‘Ok,’ you say, your eyes lighting up and the burning lust showing its head yet again. I take my time with the button and zipper, sliding slowly out of my jeans. You look on hungrily but you don’t move, just give me that pleading look that screams ‘fuck me!’ and stay put. I’m proud of your discipline, my own fraying as my hard cock springs up in my black briefs.. She ran her nails down his stomach."Give me a minute, will you?" What's wrong, Michael, old age catching up with you?" she teased and kissed him again.It was a week after the company picnic. Immediately, Nichole and Michael became inseparable. Although she didn't "move in", she spent every night with her new lover, much to the chagrin of her "old-fashioned" grandmother, and much to the delight of everyone else around them."They look so cute together", "It's about time" and "Do you see how happy. What was worse was he came to my apartment uninvited, and that bothered me. But not enough to stop. Remembering my experience two weeks ago, I moved my lips off his cock, now at least 7.5 inches and rock hard and moved down to his huge hairy black balls. I licked them, over and over and then dropped my head lower to lick his ass. He was moaning as I stuck my tongue deep in his ass, then moved my mouth up to his balls again and took one in my mouth as I slowly moved my tongue around it, over and.