She rolled her eyes. "Jesus! What's with you? Grow up, for Christ's sake. No, it's not our anniversary. He's depressed over something serious."Now tha... she mentioned it, he had sounded down the last time I'd talked with him. I concentrated and tried to recall the phone call without much luck. It had been a couple of weeks since I'd seen him in person. That wasn't normal, either."Okay," I said. "For Tom I'll call a truce. Tell me."What she did next stunned me and ratcheted my anxiety to new. I looked in the side Mirror , I was helpless , He was sitting on his knees between my legs , his arms passing under my knees , keeping them bent , his arms firmly holding my belly .he was enjoying it thoroughly , after a minutes or so ,It felt much better , I wiped my face with my arm and nodded to him to go ahead .he withdrew an inch or so and pushed back in , it felt painful but manageable , then again , and again ,now with longer strokes , I felt it advancing in me deeper and deeper with. "Walter, Davy, meet Matthew Spinner. He's a seed salesman who knows every joke Joe Miller ever wrote, I bet."Pa nodded to the short, soft, round stranger, careful not to squeeze his hand too hard. "By golly you're a big 'un." he grinned as he greeted Pa.Pa smiled briefly and seated himself on an upturned wooden case. It always made Pa a little embarrassed when people mentioned his size or height. Back then, the average man was five feet eight inches tall according to a survey some college. I felt like I was really becoming his bitch; I'm naked, on my knees, looking a man in the eyes while I passionately suck on his penis."There's no turning back now. You're a cocksucker. You'll keep begging for this dick."While he was saying this I was so turned on and already rock hard that I felt an orgasm coming. I hadn't even touched my dick. I backed off of his dick but it was too late and I started cumming. He just grinned."There. Sucking my dick made you cum. It tastes good, doesn't it.