Donna looked tired and a bit drawn. Her face betrayed the first signs of worry lines that a person her age should not have. She was a pretty thing, br...nette hair that contrasted to Stu's and his mother's golden locks. She had always had a very gentle face to go along with the inherited charm and grace that flowed through her body. Stu was lucky to have married her, I wondered to myself."Mr. Swift," she began."Donna, you know you can call me Jason," I interrupted. "Or Dad..." Jason ... Dad .... Next to it was a picture of a mangled late 70s car. The husband in the picture had sandy-brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard, but both kids were strikingly blonde, and didn’t look like either parent, leading me to believe they were adopted.“Jocelyn Mills, meet Steve Adams from NIKA.”We shook hands and exchanged greetings.“Ben tells me you’re from Milford,” she said.I nodded, “I am. You’re from Rutherford?”“West Monroe, but I ended up in Rutherford, which is close.”“I was there last fall. It’s. I licked all of it up and swallowed the two men’s seminal fluid. They had flavorful cum distinct from her sweetness; one was musky, the other was tangy. I was amazed I could sense the difference, and knew the musky one was first to cum in her, from the timing of tasting it.Even the consistency was different between the two men's cum, one was more runny.Nicole rode my face for 20 minutes or more, thru multiple orgasms, as she pulled and suckled on my cock , sliding her fingers into my ass. She. She got there, but it wasn't nearly as good as when Bob did it.In the line shack on the northwest corner of the Double D ranch, Boots had a completely different conversation with the man who had taken her to new heights.She had let the tears come, in a different kind of release, finally mourning for the loss of her childhood, freedom and virtue. She had thought killing Jasper would set her free, but it had been the gentle, loving touch of another man that had really done that. Boots had never.