Maybe it was like passing wind or something. Everyone did it, but nobody talked about it.Mona was quite naive, despite what she had witnessed in the b...sement at the orphanage. She had come to the erroneous conclusion that this was something all boys did. So, why couldn’t she? She sort of leaned down over herself. She hesitated for a long moment, and then darted her tongue out in a quick swipe.“Oh goodness!” She sighed. “That, that felt very nice. It tasted a little weird though. Why am I so. ‘Ok, sugar. Remember, just do what you’re told.’ He said calmly, as he sat me down. He smiled encouragingly, and I was instantly soothed. ‘Good. You are now going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop.’ I blinked a couple of times to process what he said. Why until he said stop? I wondered. I looked at him questioningly. ‘We’ll see how you do, sugar.’ He said soothingly, running his thumb over my bottom lip. He brought his face close to mine. ‘You do want to suck my cock, don’t you, sugar?. I’ll do whatever you want me to do later.’ I gave in, and nodded my head. My wife was ecstatic and gave me a deep kiss. I wish she chad not, as she had just stuffed her mouth with Rick’s cock. As we shifted out of the position we were in, I wasn’t sure how we were suppose to do this. As I pondered, Rick must have guessed my thoughts. He said, ‘go to the bathroom and wash your dick off, so she can suck you now.’ I promptly ran to the bathroom and gave my pussy juice soaked dick a quick rinse.. Heavens to Betsy!Gee whillikers!Jumping Jehoshaphat!Holy moley!We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell?Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers.Oh, my aching back. Kilroy was here, but.