"She couldn't tell him about the dream. "I just couldn't help but think I turned you down because of things you said when I got married. Then I rethou...ht the whole thing." I was young and hurt. I never really meant those things. I was just striking out at you." I know. And yesterday I struck back, it wasn't right. Later, I got thinking about the two of us. From what you said I gather you're alone these days." He nodded in affirmation. "Me too, that's not good for either of us. I got to thinking. Please don't interrupt me until it is all over." I'm not going to like this, am I, Son." Probably not, but I have to tell you everything. I'm Ronald Blake Reagan, Jason William Connor died on January 15th, five years ago in a truck stop shower room outside of Golden, Colorado. He was approached by a big man wanting sex with him. He died right then, and Ron beat the guy to a pulp. He then flirted with one of the waitresses in the truck stop, went home with her, and lost his virginity. Since that. I was holding on to her hips as her gyrations were occurred, but now Ireleased her and looked at her face. Her eyes were shut, her lips weremoving, like she was try to say something, but no words were coming out.Her body would periodically have small spasms and she would shake allover. Then, her whole body relaxed and a large smile came on hercontented face. She opened her eyes and caught me looking at her. "Thatwas unbelievable big brother; I've never had any body do that to me. Itwas like you. I start to suck it and clean your cock, I make sure I lick up and down your shaft, I hold your balls as I lick them clean as well, I still taste my cum on them as well as yours and your piss.After I clean you, you stand me up and switch on the real shower, hot water spurts out and you start to clean me, soap in hand you laver me front and back, you make sure your grab or pinch or stroke all my important places. You slowly spin me about as you do this; I am standing there with my arms across my.