At ten o’clock she kisses my penis, slips the head in her mouth for a moment, and then lays in the center of the bed on her back. I kiss her lips, b...th of her nipples, and her pussy then I get between her legs and make love to her in the missionary position. When I am done I kiss her on the lips again, tell her that I love her, and lay next to her. She then gets up and uses the toilet and then comes back in to wash me off with a warm washcloth. We do that every night for about twenty-five days. She strummed her fingers along the roof of a worn-looking ’72 Chevy Impala…nobody would buy that one, but she considered taking it for a joyride just to feel the thrum of the engine around her…the big cars always had a certain mystique to them, she thought. She passed a ’67 Beetle that someone was driving far past its sell-by date, and she idly flashed her penlight over the odometer. 72 thousand, she thought. Sure, maybe after it had rolled over once or twice. Still, the little bugs were. “Hello boy. I am so glad to see you” I said “we are going to have so much fun”. I let him out of the pen and let him follow me into the barn. “Let me know if you need any help” Adrian said as he walked back to the house. “We won’t need help will we boy?” I said. Slipped off my knickers I leaned again one of the benches. He came up and I patted his head and then squealed as he pushed his nose into my crotch.His tongue brushed over my pussy and clit. After a week with just my own fingers to. .."He did not continue and Tammy did not need to hear the end of the sentence to understand. She tried to take back the bottle, but Cliff shook his head."Tammy, beat it," he said softly.He always tried to speak softly as he had been taught in Trooper School. It was the best way to de-escalate situations and to avoid stand-offs. He spoke softly to Kylie too."Give me the bottle, Kylie. Please."She looked up at him pleadingly. "Cliff, please, just a little sip. I need it. Only today, please?".