Yep, that was my sister. She always has had a bit of a lead foot. I kept the binoculars trained on the hillside watching to see if they were being tai...ed. As soon as they came to a stop I walked over to Jill’s car. Both front doors of the car opened and the two females stepped out. I think my heart skipped a beat when I looked at my sister’s passenger. She wasn’t what you would call classically beautiful. Instead she was the blonde blue eye cheerleader that all the guys in school had the hots. She continued by licking under the shaft, and then swirling her tongue around over the glans. Heavenly! I was now the one to get weak kneed as she took the shaft and sucked it into her mouth with a light vacuum as her right hand came up to tickle my balls. I looked for her left hand, and saw it down under her body, and the upper arm and elbow moving in a jerky motion, she was fingering herself. Her sucking was having a strong effect on me, but since I don’t cum easy on blowjobs I let her. Ann was petite 5' 3", slim. 33 years old. Dark hair. I would guess 34C bra cup. She lived in a smallish country town where everyone knew everyone else and no one would know me.I parked at the only parking space I could find on the ground floor. It was opposite the exit door of the supermarket, so lots of comings and going. We had chatted for 1/2 hr when I asked "May I put my hand on your knee?" "yes" I put my hand on her knee. "May I put my hand up your skirt?" "yes" So I slid my hand up the. ” So I told him, surprising myself at how easy it was to carry the conversation. For nearly two hours. It was a unique experience, opening up with a personal history in – pardon the pun, the oral tradition. Perhaps now, in this forum, I can repeat it in writing. I am, in the great scheme, a typical bisexual man of the postwar “Baby Boom” era. A product of the 1960s and 1970s—when an interest in sex with male partners was finally legal, when casual sex became an accepted objective, and before.