Polly thought it was odd that the door had been closed, but assumed it was to not upset the widow. She walked up and saw the open casket, and her form...r lover lying there. She checked to make sure she was alone, then reached down and touched his hair the way she would when they made love. When she touched his cheek, she pulled her hand away from the cold body. “Wow,” she whispered to herself. “You really are dead now, aren’t you?” She remembered how they met, and how silly she would have. ' I have no interest in stamp-collecting, or old tools, or antique fly-fishing poles, or old road maps...but, I do have my own 'hobby', and that's 'collecting' blow jobs! You see? I've been an avid fan of sucking other guys cocks since I was a teenager growing up in Oklahoma back in the 50's!My dad was a roughneck, working oil fields all over this country, but especially in Texas, as well as Oklahoma, and so my parents moved around a lot. I started sucking cock when I was a few years under the. When her towel was on the floor and her breasts completely exposed, I cupped them with both hands then lowered my head and played my tongue over her nipples. She finally gave out a low moan and began to move herself up and down on my cock, which was beyond anything I had experienced in my somewhat abbreviated sex life. Eighteen years was not long enough to have formed the sort of experiences that would allow comparison with what was happening. She had sex down to an art form, and she was not. That contestseems so long ago I can hardly believe that it has been little more thana year. It's also hard to believe that I came second in the countryclub's contest. And the opportunity that opened up for me after thecontest came as a surprise.I've been steadily working as a model over the past year. And of course Iinsisted that my mother be my agent. Well why not? She has been there forme since this all started. And besides I know that she won't have medoing any work that is in anyway sketchy.