I stopped and looked back at the kid."You know Peter, I can make you be here. I can make you hear what she has to say. But I can't make you listen. Bu... as long as you're here, you might want to consider it."Peter looked stubborn as I knocked on Traci's door.Inside, Traci was sitting on her bed. I pointed at her desk chair, and Peter sat. I started to leave, but Traci shook her head, so I leaned against the doorframe.There was a long silence. Traci couldn't seem to focus. Her eyes wandered from. I believe she was feeling the coldness in her pussy. I now asked her to get up and sit on my face. As she adjusted herself just above my mouth the cold liquid started to drip down like milk pouring down. I tasted it and tried to make it flow directly into my mouth. It was still the mixed flavour and I liked it very much.Then I raised my head to make sure that my tongue was deep in her pussy. I sucked her clean by pushing my tongue into the walls of her pussy. It was nice feeling to have a flesh. We could either get lunch at the ranch house, or we could take a lunch with us if we were working far away from the house. Also, we were expected to put in a full day's work, and no sleeping while on the job. If we broke anything, we were responsible for either fixing it or for paying for it. There was flaterising with the opposite sex. That was an automatic 30 demerits. Every week on Wednesday, she would have a short job review with the workers, and she would discuss your pay for the week. Connie was going all the way down to the short hairs on me, while she scratched my balls. How much good stuff can a man take?"Will you and Unka Howie teach me what you know?" Well, we don't claim to be the world's greatest fishermen, but we'll be glad to tell you what we know. Eh, Howie? Can you hand me the fishing tackle?"My voice came out in a high pitched strangle. "Sure, Fred"."You ok back there, Buddy?" Yeah, I'm all right. Just had something down my throat." I felt Connie squeeze my balls.