The practice I had surreptitiously been doing three times a day on thefeeder over the past fortnight was paying off. Given what we had beenforced to d... to get food, I had figured that at some point we would beexpected to deepthroat a cock. I could only hope that it would continueto be an artificial version ...At any event, I had seen the trick done often enough in porn clips, and Iremembered reading somewhere that the key was to learn how to suppressthe natural gag reflex. So each time I had to. John's lawyer contacted me and informed me that I basically get nothing. I had money of my own saved up in a bank account I kept private from John, so I knew that would hold me over for a while. Matt was more understanding than I thought he would be. I mean, what college jock wants his ex step-mom that he knocked up to be living with him and his roommate? Matt continued to encourage me to go back to school to get a degree and show up "that prick," as John now referred to his dad. I seriously. ." What did you expect?" Poppy asked. "Gold plated beds in the middle of a bedouin tent?" Street lights," Jack suggested. "I mean it's nearly dark." Poppy shook her head and looked at him. "Well get naked then. Or at least get your trousers off."Jack stared at her. "I'm not sure about this." Well I am," she said firmly and then apologised. "I've wanted to do this with someone for ages. And please, I know you enjoy the sex as well and I think this will be great and so much fun."Poppy looked up. Pa read the newspapers and the Farm Journal. He felt our money would be safer at home. He was a real smart man in his own quiet way, or uncommonly lucky, one or the other. No matter which, we had ready cash when many of our neighbors had none...The two old gossips were still going on about Mary Potter when Pa came in. He sat down next to Ma in the booth and gave her a one armed hug. Ma smiled her love back at him and they both picked up their menus and read them just like they did every time we.