"I couldn't believe it. My conservative wife was going to expose herself to a stranger. I asked what she had in mind and she said she hoped I had some...ideas. I told her one thing we could do rather safely was to drive down the interstate and let her flash her breasts to passing truckers. She thought that was a good idea and off we went one Saturday afternoon. She wore a pair of short shorts and a tube top. I had passed two or three trucks before she worked up the nerve. Finally I slowed a. I took his entire length deep down my throat.Deep throating is a learned skill. The key is to leave your tongue out, like a panting dog. It makes more noise but drives a man wild. I could tell he was getting close, so could he, and he pulled back.“Can I fuck you?” It wasn’t really a question as he was already unbuckling my pants and sliding them off..panties came next.Without so much as a please and thank you he pulled me up, began kissing me as he bent me over. Kissing my back, my ass, licking. As we were eating dinner I told my parents about my friend having to move and about her girlfriend and they said that it was wrong for her to have a girlfriend but my brother said that he was happy she found someone that to love and someone to love her but it was a shame that I lost a friend and I said she told me where she was moving to so I can go see her anytime and its not that far away and my parents said I couldn't go see her because she is sick in the head and I said "No she isn't, She. Everybody came here, everybody played here after hours. Look at the pictures on the walls, baby -- that's Muddy and Pinetop at the bar. Elmore and Little Walter jamming, the Wolf and Willie Dixon, BB sitting six women wide and grinning like a fool. Etta, Aretha, Big Mama, everybody who was, or wanted to be somebody came to Duke's. Then Duke died and time passed and folks just forgot. Rita owns it now." Okay, I get it. Blues. History. Dead folk. So who are they?" tilting your head at the two.