Anyway, I sort of wanted to reach down and do my clitand come while his cock was still in me, but he pulledout. Even though I did my two enemas before...he got there,his cock was sort of messy, so I closed the front doorand led him to the bathroom to clean up. He was sayingsomething about get it good and clean because if Iwanted any more I was going to have to suck on it. Thatwas fine with me, but he was plenty hard again by thetime I had him clean. I took him to the bedroom and pushed him down. "Straight shot home." I nodded my head and sighed. The road ahead had been salted, and the plows had cleared most of the highway. *************"You know you worry the kids too much when you do that," Stan said to me as I climbed into bed. "I am sorry, I can't help it," I replied as I turned over. "You know why." "Yeah, I do, but that was how many years ago? You can't dwell in the past," Stan said as he wrapped his arm around me. "I know," I nodded. His hands went straight to my chest as he. That's when you remember, there were three other people there too, what happened to them?You look around real fast and find them mostly naked and the two girls taking turns making the guy lick their shoes clean after they step on him. Cool. Back to taming your new blonde pet. You pull your cock out, it isn't a record breaking monster, but it is defiantly bigger than average and does its job well, force her to her knees and cram it down her throat. Heavenly, that is the only way of describing. Even after the disasters in New Orleans and all the missing luggage we finally found tied to some goats in the back of bus and the mysterious disappearing trombone everything was perfectly all-right. By that evening we had found the bags and the band was whole… whole except for the hole in the low brass. It was a mystery for sure, Mom was convinced the trombone was still at the Hillbilly Band Hall in Dayton Ridge, Texas, an opinion that brought a fierce growl from a normally calm trombone.