Sometimes I don’t get a lot of time to make up my mind. Sometimes you just have to go with what you got.’ Later, on this particular morning I spie... a tipcart rolling along the street toward me, the driver of the cart was a stout matron wearing an old felt hat, overalls, and brogans, steering a one-horned ox with a pair of clothes-line reins. Beside her on the cart’s seat sat the old man called ‘Rattlesnake Charles.’ Even if Charles was a stranger to me, I’d have known him anywhere because of. He was grinning that half sane grin, and I could see the pointed tips of his teeth resting on his lips. ‘Well, how goes it?’ the man asked. It was the first time I heard him speak, and I wanted to cry out. If there is a tone that can -in and of itself- define crazy, then it was in his voice. Perhaps crazy isn’t the word I want, because there was a cold calculation in his eyes, but it’s as close to true as anything I can come up with. Even now as I pen this, remembering the sound of his voice. She held it in her hand and started to massage it. I felt like cumming. She said to wait for some more time. She left my tool and asked me to finger fuck her. After a minute or so, she said she felt like cumming. And she shoot out an idea. She asked me to suck all her juices and keep it in my mouth without drinking it. I did as like she want. I was having her juices in my mouth. she started to stroke my thing. In seconds I flood out my semen. She took it all in her mouth. Now both of us. .. her face and her neck?" Yeah, so?" Well, how about if you share the clean-up with me?"Nate paused and looked somewhat skeptically at his wife."Are you serious, Jan?" I'm totally serious. You've eaten your cum out of my pussy many times. But I don't think I've ever seen you lick it off another girl. It would make up for you not being able to hold off." And you'll share with me?" Absolutely," Janice replied."Well then, let's do this thing."Nate climbed off of Lizzie's body, being careful not.