My mind began to wander back in time, nearly forty-five years ago, before I met the girl of my dreams who would eventually become my wife, to the time...when I lost my innocence.My name is Jack. The year was 1967, just before the summer of love. America was beginning to lose its innocence. The Vietnam War was escalating out of control, protests were making the nightly news, and the "sexual revolution" was just beginning. As for me, I was still living in my own little world. I was sixteen and a. Go and tell him to leave, do as I was told or join them. I just sat there for a while pondering the situation. I had to know what was going on upstairs so crept as quietly as I could up to the bedroom door. It was closed but there was a small gap just enough for me to see the top of the bed. I could see Derek’s head and by what he was saying it was obvious deb was sucking his cock. He was telling her she was the best cocksucking slut he had ever had and that she will love the taste of his cum.. "Tell me about yourself. I don't even know your name." Theolder Elton said."Oh me." He laughed. "I'm Howard Elton." I'm How..." He stopped himself. "How about that?" hereplied quickly, smiling. "I'm Jennifer McDonald." Theolder Elton said. "You can call me Jenny." What brings you here, Jenny?" he asked.He actually never thought of that. "Just another place togo, I guess."The younger Elton laughed. "This place?" He leaned in."There is nothing to do here, girl."The older Elton smiled. He knew. , why do I get the idea that you didn't need anyone to stick up for you," she said with a little sardonic smile. "In fact," she laughed, "Come on; admit it—you took it easy on him."Aw... , he was just having a bad day," I laughed. "I didn't want to make it worse for the poor guy." That Scrimp salad really does look scrumptious," she said, her soft brown eyes lingering just a bit too long as she looked at the container I had just placed on the checkout counter.I looked at her pretty face, her.