He tensed up and relaxed his gluts over and over while I was feeling of them. I let one finger slip in between them. He didn=t react so I spread the... apart and dove in with my full face. My tongue went right into his hole. When I did, he let out a moan and lifted his ass to meet my face. That was it! I went to work on this butt with all the gusto of a starving man. I was licking him from his balls to the top of his crack. He reached back with both hands and pulled his buns apart making. Even though Ma had told her that you didn’t talk about “takin care of” outside the family, he was a policeman after all. She explained about her family and her former employer and what she did for them.He was not completely shocked, it WAS the Ozarks, so answered, “Yes, I don’t have anyone to take care of me.” Having noticed the tent in his pants, she unzipped him for his first blow job and promised to take care of him better when she came to work. He got hard again at the thought and got blown. Everything for the first eight months was going fine, just the regular effects, but then I started to violently ill.It began to get progressively worse. I tried to carry on for the next few months but, I never got any better, and my Doctor and I decided to stop. I slowly started to feel much better. I was depressed for a while, wondering why this was happening to me and then I became very introspective. I came to the realization that I am a girl, a woman, and my body parts do not define me. I. One Monday evening in late September, as I lay in bed with her, sheets pulled up to our waists, I gave in to temptation and let myself inch toward the forbidden subject. ‘You seem a lot happier lately.’ Her fingers tickled idly at my chest, still damp from our exertions of a few minutes before. ‘Well I would be, wouldn’t I?’ she asked. ‘With the Morality Patrol gone back to school.’ ‘You’ve stopped smoking again, too. Or at least on days when I’m going to show up.’ Shifting a little, she.