Who ever knows what the guys have in mind, but there I was and here I am. Bubbles came so naturally that even long before I graduated, I just never to...d anyone my real name, and Bubbles stuck, like chewing gum on your shoe. I grew up in the Midwest, out in the Indiana farm country, where the evening breeze roars across the prairie smelling a lot like a wet dog. I guess they call it country (cunt-tree) because the only thing the boys are looking for back there is get’in their tree right into. “I’m yours Jim, I’m all yours”“Good girl” he says as he continues to lick me out.My phone starts to ring and it’s my BF calling. I was in such a sexual trance I completely forgot about him.I answer the phone moaning while Jim continued to lick me out. My BF asked me where I was, and I told him I was with Jim from work and he was about to make me cum.I dropped the phone to my side and gripped onto the bedsheets as Jim started to speed up.“I’m going to cum Jim, oh my god you’re going to make me. Well, I got a huge surprise because she did, indeed, deep throat my cock this time. “Hey, sweetie, when did you learn that trick,” I asked her? Mouth full, she held up an index finger indicating that she’d tell me in a minute and went back to letting me throat fuck her. I’d never felt anything like having my cock that deep in Dani’s throat and I started to almost lose control and REALLY wanted to cum but forced myself to slow down. Danielle worked back up to the end of my penis licking and. I have my ways. Oh and a little thing called public court records helped a little "giggles". I am happy you did write me back, but as I said, I didn't not expect to hear back from you, but am very happy you replied. I was surprised you remembered the email we used to use. I haven't used it in a long time and never check it, but out of the blue decided to check and it was a good thing. I do remember that phrase all to well, it plays in my head over and over again. Sometimes I wish I would have.