It would become boring, and then where would we be?" We would be in the mental hospital, because I went crazy worrying about not keeping you intereste.... Well, that's where I'd be. I hope you'll visit."This was the relationship I had always dreamed of. All that was left now, was finding a way to make it last. And, I think that this was where I started thinking about writing this stuff down. I mean, I can't ever show this to anyone, but maybe the doctors in the looney bin will let me read my own. I felt her tongue dive in deeper with each passing moment, and in return, I gave her more of my cum. I licked my lips frequently again and shed more tears in that time with her than I had during most of our relationship until then.Neither of us said a word, but she managed to do all the talking her slick tongue and sexy persona I tried to get her to hide. I surely was conflicted about that, but at that moment, I still knew I'd have to kick myself for not letting her be herself.Even with her. Clint just as quietly moved over to Janie’s tent. A tingle up his spine caused him to stop short. He returned to the back of the tent. Using caution, he moved the bottom part of the flap aside and peeked in. He slipped into Janie’s tent as quietly as he could. Crouched to the side of the door was a shady-looking character with his revolver drawn. The man brushed up against the tent which masked the movement caused by Clint as he entered through the rear of the tent. There was a pile of cases. She licked between the folds, nibbled on my lips and sucked on my clit until I was delirious and could barely stand it anymore. I came over and over as her mouth expertly pleased me. I was so wet, I could feel my cum trickling down my ass and the back of my legs. I was so dizzy when she finally lifted her face off my pussy, and crawled up my body to kiss me. I licked her lips and chin and sucked my juices off her tongue, before she laid back on the other end of the sofa, and we just relaxed..