The last time I saw Linda was in September 1977. On a lark, I decided toattend the marriage of her eldest daughter. Seated in the back of the church,I...could indulge in observing the proceedings without fear of being noticed.Both mother and daughter were radiant, glowing with an inner feminine blissthat made my heart ache. I was as happy for them as I've ever been foranybody in my entire life - and so miserable that I wanted to die.I left, in tears, halfway through the service. After that, I. " I'm not even sure. I was walking by it, and I felt like going inside." She shrugged and clasped the chain around her again. "So, dinner?"The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. We ate, we fell asleep watching videos, and we headed to bed. But sometime in the middle of the night, I was woken up by something. The strangest sensation came over me. I could see in the dimly lit room on account of the city light, but I couldn't see anything happening to me.And I couldn't move.It almost felt. "Carly and I watched it a few times when I stayed the night and Spencer was usually out for the night, either on a date or with his friends or something," I say, finally getting the button done and trying to undo the zipper. "Would you believe she wanted to take part in gang bang with Freddie and some of her ex-boyfriends? And there I was offering myself to her at every opportunity," I ask, finally getting the zipper down and putting my left hand over my bare mound through the boy shorts.. .” “I want a blow-job. Don’t pretend you don’t give head. I saw you sucking him. Now, get busy.” My words sounded like orders. I had meant them to. She hung her head, but slowly knelt on the grass, unzipped my pants, and took out my half hard cock. Holding it in front of her face, she stared at it for several seconds. She seemed to be thinking. Then she opened her lips, and slowly took my cock into her mouth. My cock was fully erect in just a few seconds. I took her head and gently pulled her.