I found ... hah! ... a pawnshop chock full of old guitars and the owner had not a clue that a 1952 Fender Telecaster with case, would be worth a fortu...e ... same thing with a 1951 Precision Bass in white with a hardshell case. I saw a fairly good Bassman in tan ... and a very nice one also in tan. Both had numbers on the dashboard and a master volume control ... early Fenders."Tell me about the amps?" I asked."Can't without the whole story, you got time?" The owner was purebred Wisconsin but I. I still get that lovely cock of yours,” I told him soothingly as I stroked his hard shaft. Then, fitting action to words, I began to suck and stroke him, slowly like I’ve seen my mom do with dad. Soon, Terry was groaning with lust and need. I was so focused on what I was doing that I was surprised when I found my mom watching me suck his cock. It doesn’t help that I always have music on when we’re fucking, to cover the noise. It’s on more for his sake than anything. I smiled with my eyes as I. I willed myself to relax. If my pressure was low at home, it could be low here too. The only thing working against me was my own traitorous body, which was pumping adrenaline out into my blood like I needed it to live.The anxiety worsened once I was called and placed in an exam room. I sat on the table, looking around at my surroundings, fidgeting nervously. There were anatomical charts posted everywhere, drawings made by small children, a sink, a box of gloves, examination instruments. I tried. The most amazing thing was that the guy seemed to have no problems with that. No gagging, nothing! I would have gagged and died right there. Not him, he hand both of his hands on Uncle Joe’s ass and was obviously enjoying sucking this engine of torture. Uncle Joe’s moaning got louder, he gripped the guys hair tighter ‘’Get ready for the load, I’m coming Max’’ and his moan turned into a guttural sound of intense pleasure. My pussy was so hot you could cook an egg on it, but I was distracted by.