She led me through the hallway to the living room. It wasn’t very large and it was full of old-fashioned looking furniture.“Yeah, this place is a ...ump,” she laughed, “my parents used to live here. Most of the stuff here was theirs. I don’t mind though, I don’t really care about such things.”“Neither do I,” I smiled.“Sit down,” she said, indicating a large leather couch, “do you care for a drink?”“Sure,” I said, sitting down on the couch.She opened a wooden liquor cabinet and took out a bottle. Back then I never really had anything to occupy my thoughts, I seemed to float through life in an odd state somewhere between being awake and falling asleep. Yet on that particular day I remember my reverie was shattered much like your brake light. Your car was parked with it’s ass at a funny angle, and the plough of my truck gouged a chunk out of it. It was both our faults, looking back, but I was far too stubborn to admit it at the time. So were you. ‘You idiot, are you blind?’ You asked me. We were doing 69. I was moving my hip up and down, fucking her face. “ummm…ummm…aaahh…” Were the only sounds we could hear now. I was sucking her wet cunt. I slide my tongue inside her cunt and was licking the wet sticky juice. She had juice all over the area filling her cunt and trickled through the folds. I rested my hip for few seconds on her mouth with my entire dick inside her mouth. My balls were resting at her lips. It made her grasp for air as i released her. She slaps me on my hip. Let’s face it; Deveraux sounds a hell of a lot classier than Tittsfield. Family history has it that when my grandparents, Johan and Helga, arrived from the Old Country, they stepped ashore onto the Forty-Seventh Street Pier, Manhattan. There, apparently overcome with emotion at their safe arrival into the New World, my grandfather turned to my grandmother and formally announced, “Ve iz in America, now ve sprechen der Englisch,” and at the first opportunity, he legally anglicized his German.