Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more proofreading edit. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fict...on. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I needed to make the story work and the distances do not pretend to be accurate, so draw a new map.Time: A few years ago, before cell. By way of recovery, I bent to catch the strand of spit dangling from the tip of his cock on my tongue and followed it back up to his balls and shaft. With both hands on his hips to steady myself, I took his dick back in my mouth and sucked eagerly at it, no longer taking my time as before, but bobbing my head back and forth in a steady rhythm. I loved the feeling of the two bumps of his tip where the skin met his slit sliding over my tongue. Every ten or so strokes I would open my mouth wide. Eventually she did, slowly withdrawing the plastic cock, it made a pop as the head cleared my ass. I was left feeling empty, almost like the after effects of a massive shit, not unpleasant, but I was definitely missing something.My cock was actually sore, it had been stretched beyond it's normal limits, heaven knows what it's done to Lisa's arse, nothing too bad though, she had a spent look on her face, she'd come hard twice in an hour, she was fully content.I turned to Joan and kissed her,. He wasn’t sure how he knew but he felt that he shouldn’t leave it to long before he visited his grandmother.In his discussion with Jim and Nala, they agreed that the couple had a little bit of time for them to sort out their affairs before they moved. Jim mentioned that he would like to spend a bit of time in Trae’s mines. Nala was interested in Trae’s greenhouses and herb gardens.The couple grinned at each other and decided they were up for an adventure.Trae returned to Raymond’s home in a.