It was Beth. I just didn’t have the heart to answer it. I let voice mail pick it up and finished putting away the groceries. When I was done, I sat ...n my chair and listened to the message.“Hey Jeff, it’s me, I ... I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. I know it’s not what you ... I mean ... I was hoping ... Oh hell, take care, talk to you later.” was the message.Funny, I thought. We went from being so close, to an unsigned letter and a strained voice mail in a few months. Life changes so. “Cool, have fun and I’ll see you later.”“Thanks for the food, Vanessa; it was amazing as usual.”“You are welcome, Matt.”When they were gone, I did the dishes and then went to my bedroom where I lay down on the bed. I turned my head and smiled at the photo of my dead husband and Clara’s dad. He has passed away in a car accident three years earlier and I still missed him. I had dated a couple of guys from town but they were not for me. These simple town folks had two things on their minds:. ExhibitionismThe date was nice but now its naughty. We are kissing in the parking lot taking it slow. Couples are walking by but we aren't easily seen. The kisses are gentle nips and licking lips but it's heating up. Our mouths begin to imitate what our bodies want to do, and you are such a great kisser. You stick your tongue in my mouth and I catch it gently sucking on it like I would your dick. Your hand climbs up my shirt squeezing my breast and rolling my nipple. I know we have to go or I'm. But George wanted more and at that moment I was ready to give him everything he wanted. We moved to a sofa and undressed completely. Taking again my penis in his eager mouth, he started laying back and taking my hand brought it to his boner. Without further explanation, I knew what I was supposed to do and started wanking him. He told me that in order to be more comfortable we should lay down. Must I explain that in few moments we were engaged in a ferocious 69? Being my first blow job, I was a.