”Phil spoke up and said, “Does everyone here act like you Bob. If so I think we have under estimated your species.”“No Phil, not all of us. We...have our assholes and idiots, although most of them are politicians, but most of your good old boy rednecks are pretty much like me. We are hardworking, honest, and honorable people who love our country and treat people by the golden rule ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you’. If you live by that simple rule everything else takes care of. He didn’t notice that Patrice stiffened slightly as he did that. ‘Sorry for what?’ Patrice asked. She knew what she should do. She had talked about it. Could she do it? She gathered her courage, remembering the words of encouragement, and stood. She walked to Fran and sat next to her on the sofa. She reached out and touched Fran’s cheek, a touch that spanned too many years. She could feel the wetness of the tears. She hadn’t heard Fran cry in so long. Patrice swallowed hard before speaking.. With her feet on the floor and her red ponytail dangling off the side of her neck she brushed me with the areola of what appeared to be her C-cup breast. She inspected my penis a specimen in an anatomy class. Opening her hand, she formed a platform analytically hefting my balls while pinching the circumcision scar and lifting my erection to inspect the bottom of my shaft. Moving it up, down, and sideways she took in its totality. “PERFECT,” she said, her green eyes looking up into mine. “You’ve. When you pull out, I gasp for air. My eyes are watering and I can feel my pussy juices running down my thighs. My pussy feels so exposed with my wet panties still pulled to the side and my ass in the air. I find myself wishing the other partners hadn’t left. One of them could be tongue fucking my aching pussy or ass while you face fuck me!You do it again, this time with one hand under my chin and one at the back of my head. When you pull out this time you pause for a moment, dick half way in,.