I made it back to Portland in the afternoon and went to see the three houses I lived in while growing up. So much had changed and yet so familiar to m... as the memories came flooding over me. I was standing across the street from my first home I had lived until I was ten years old and did not notice the man who had come out and was walking towards me.“May I help you with anything?” he asked as I snapped to attention. “Sorry I was not aware I was staring so long. I grew up here forty years ago. He fucked her for about 20 minutes, her moans got progressivelylouder until she erupted in a very powerful orgasm. By thistime I had stripped down and was stroking myself , he stoppedpumping her, turned his head to me and said, “you want someof this” which of course I did!! He pulled his wet cock outof my wife and lay next to her. I climbed on top of her, pausingto take a look at what the strange cock had done to her! I slidemy cock in her, she was soaking wet, and even the sheets underher were. ‘Could you tell me what the deal with the fence is?’ I asked it trying to appear concerned. I really wasn’t. It wasn’t my herd. ‘Sure, Mr. Evans put up that fence to keep the cattle drives from messin’ up his water.’ ‘I see then the water belongs to him. Is that how he sees it?’ I was trying to find out what was going on not start a fight. The man’s eyes got hard. ‘Ain’t no seeing to it. Mr. Evans has been on this land for thirty years and the water is his.’ ‘I see. Guess me and my friend will. . Pushing your legs apart, I gently drew my tongue up and down your entrance several times, before plunging it deep within your molten core.. I heard you gasp as I started thrusting it in and out. My fingers went to the top of your mound and massaged and coaxed in time to my tongue. Finding your bud, I teased it gently with my fingers as I felt you breathing heavier. I felt your juices starting to run into my mouth mixing with the garlic, almond and pernod taste from the passata, It was.