” She took me into her mouth and began sucking and popping me with her lips, running her tongue under the frenulum of my head, then licking down my ...haft, and taking my scrotum into her mouth and carefully sucking each of my balls, while stroking my glistening shaft with her hand. Soon she was bobbing up and down on my cock and working hard to take in my length into her throat.I was moaning and holding her head while she worked me good, and said, “Fuck Di, you’re really good at head. I don’t. The question I asked myself every day was this, what was next for me, would I ever find Love again? I finally pulled away from Melissa and wanted more than just a release, made her roll over. I ate her pussy delicately, with all the craft I had learned and with the sheer appreciation for the beauty of the woman spread before me. I efficiently licked her labia, and then teased her clit, tasting of her juices and smelling the fragrance of her that one can only get from the intimacy of making oral. At first Zed thought that he could just drag the rock away, but the wheels of the ATV just spun. Next, he tried using the winch, but it pulled the ATV toward the rock rather than the other way around. In frustration, Zed shouted down the shaft, “Jason, I can’t budge the rock. Any suggestions?”“I assume you’ve tried pulling it off with the winch?”“Yes, and with the ATV. The ATV isn’t heavy enough.”“Have you tried anchoring the ATV, and then using the winch? Also, isn’t there some way to set up. We took seats in the very back of the church and waited for the Funeral Mass, which would be celebrated by Francis Cardinal George.The Funeral Mass made me think of the others I’d attended - Stephie’s, Don Joseph’s, and fatefully, Jim McGrath’s. And it made me think of the one I missed - Jorge’s. The uniforms reminded me of Nick Evans’ funeral, and I knew the firefighters from Lieutenant Nicholson’s company would perform a very similar service for him to the one the sailors had performed for.