There’s still a bunch of old stuff out there.” I waved at the little two room shack in the north east corner of the fenced in yard.“Really?”�...Wanna see?”“Sure,” Connie said.We walked over to the little house. A van was turning around at the corner of the esses. It stopped, couple of guys popped out and looked right at us.I had a feeling. They jumped back in the van and started driving slowly back towards our drive.“Connie ... back to the house ... NOW!” I said.We started to run ... the van sped. Her other hand was slick where she’d been blocking the flow and she looked at the glistening fluid coating her fingers. She raised it to her hand and sniffed. Yep, it was definitely cum, she thought with some of her own juices mixed in. She’d seen and gotten her husband’s cum plenty of times on her hands, but she was more curious about these messy secretion. This was what she’d be obsessed with for the last few months, the key to her dreams of a family. In her mind’s eye had seemed like some. I quickly grabbed a towel and wet my hair in the kitchen sink. I turned directly facing the open window in the door that led onto the porch. When she reached the steps, I ‘dried’ my hair with the towel; my dick half-hard in anticipation.Sure enough, as I peeked through the openings of the towel, I could see Cassie watching every move I made. She stood to one side of the window, so as not to be so noticeable. Twice, I dropped the towel and stepped a little closer each time I picked it up. It was. "When the show is over, you can find me in my vanWhen the show is over, you know I'll be in my vanI'll be on my knees and waitingTo suck as many cocks as I canIf you're looking for a blowjob, you know you're gonna scoreIf you're looking for a blowjob, you know you're gonna scoreAnd it won't cost you nothingI'm a slut but I ain't no whoreI've got couches in the back, so you can sit and watchUntil it gets to be your turn babe, you can sit and watchBut it won't be long until IGet my mouth and lips.