" By this time the ice had left my voice and was replaced by a tone that was almost friendly."Oh you, you don't see at all, you're just being nice." T...o right she was.Terri paused to drink more of her beer. Shifting around on the couch, giving me flashes of smooth thighs, she went on, "And you really have been nice to me." Sometimes you're easy to be nice to," I said for lack of anything original."And obviously sometimes I'm not. But the real me is *not* a bitch," the lovely young girl said. My son, Ronie had just had a fight with his father over what he planned to do with his life and so he was not going either.I decided to spend the next few months with Ronie in my parent's old house in the countryside. He had just returned from his year long "vagobonding"/ "bumping around" in Europe. We had not been back here since my mom passed away two years ago. It took us three whole days to clean up the inside and many more days to get the yards back to any semblance of domestic. Even girls that were straight, but curious were asking me about it. So the 20 of us each paid about $15 and we rented out a giant suite at one of the hotels in the city. When I say big, I mean big, this thing was enormous. My sisters and I got there early to check in and see what the room was really like. We opened up the big double door to the room and we just stood there awe struck at it. There was a small” hallway with closets off to the side then beyond that, two stairs that went down to a. Then, I looked around to see if anyone could see. The few people on the bus seemed to be sleeping. It was late at night. No one was looking.So, I bent down and licked it, it was a dirty old cock and the smell was a bit foul but that what i love about a real dirty old man. Then, I started sucking on the underside of it, alternating between licking down to his balls to circling my tongue around the head of it. He was really breathing hard. And he started fucking my mouth by pressing his hips.