Mel didn't discriminate, she'd blow any driver who expressed an interest and had the cash. Younger drivers in their twenties, older drivers in their l...te sixties, skinny drivers, fat drivers with bellies hanging over their sweaty crotches. She loved chewing on what she called meat cocks, cocks that were already large and fleshy even when soft, that stiffened when they became hard without growing greatly in size. She was constantly surprised by what she called blood cocks, cocks that were small. We were both silent for a moment as he mentally ordered his plumbing to work, then the flow started, a golden hued pee with an almost spicy and salt scent to it…u*********sly, I licked my lips as he filled the bottle. When no more would fit in, he paused, grabbed my head and directed it to his crotch.“Open up cocksucker,” came his order.I obeyed, of course, and soon had my wish fulfilled with a mouthful of his piss. I swallowed quickly to keep up with his waterfall like flow. It was warm, tangy. Unka ras, amrut jaisa meetha hai. Jaise TV par dikhate hai na – Dabur Honey.”(Didi, you have very scanty hair on your pussy. My Maalkin has thick black pubic hair. So many times her hair comes in my mouth when I suck her pussy. But her cunt juice is like nectar. Like they show on TV, know – Dabur Honey).I could not even make out what he was saying. I was shocked by what he had just told me. He had told me about his Malkin’s cunt. And his Malkin was Alka’s mother.This really was shocking news. I. Jennifer and Alex are staying in the big house tonight. They’re leaving for Europe in the morning.’ Jennifer was Jennifer McIntyre Martin, who owned the farm. Alex was her husband, head of the detective division of the Jamestown Police Department. ‘Must be nice,’ Mitch said. ‘I’d love to go to Europe and see what it’s like.’ ‘I suppose it is,’ Melissa said. ‘Well, if you’re sure you’ll be OK,’ Mitch said, ‘I’m gonna take off.’ ‘See you tomorrow, Mitch,’ Melissa said. She turned and started for.