Our story began in front of the wife.- Not good, Cynthia! - Once said in the kitchen. - If you want to learn to remember, I think you need to put up w...th a little discipline you feel? –2That evening I came home very confusing. The word discipline I felt it in my head. I was not sure understood what he meant. I grew up with my mother, my father was not with us: he had become an alcoholic and had made a bad end. I just remember that when I met him, crying and smelled of wine. Of course I loved. I was a wet hole for them to stick their dick in and shoot their stuff.”My husband interrupted, “But they put sperm in you, or did they wear condoms?”I smiled, “I never liked condoms. Sure there were sperm but I wasn’t making any eggs so it didn’t matter. It was even enough for me to pull down my panties and get on hands and knees and let them go at it for a few minutes. Didn’t do much for me so sometimes I would call you up to see if you were available. Do you remember me doing that?” He. Two..."Beau had hardly gotten the "One" out of his mouth before Lolette was sitting in the dirt of the road frantically pulling on her boots. She got them off by the count of "Seven," and fairly ripped her stockings getting them off."Very good, Miss Lolette. Now, on your hands and knees. I want you to crawl back toward Gator Bayou about twenty feet. I'll tell you when to stop. When you do, you may stand up and face me. Remember what I promised to do if you disobey me!"Once Lolette was a safe. "But I can't shake the feeling that I've never given a blowjob. Like, Icould write a book on technique, and I can't even remember how muchfellatio I've given, but asking to suck him off sounds so weird to myears. Well, no matter, his pants are off now, so down I.Mmmmph. It fills my mouth, feels so right, but so odd. Again, like I'venever done this before. Well, whatever crazy Bridgitte, his eyes andmoans say different, so those weird thoughts can fuck right off. A coupleminutes of this and I.