She asked me how long I had been sucking cocks. I told her about two years. She asked me how many cocks I had sucked and I told her about 75 to 80, so...e more than once. She commented that I had been a busy little boy. Then she asked if a guy had ever fucked me. I got real red but did not answer. She smiled and said my face gave me away. She asked me how many guys had fucked me and I looked down and whispered 50 or so. She asked what I said and I repeated my answer. She said I was a real cock. You wondered how long you'd have to stand out here, watching motorists speed past before someone would stop and at least offer to contact help on their cellular phone. You realized as you were lost in these thoughts that a car was most certainly slowing down, and pulling off behind yours. Well, this is what you needed. You began to walk over to the passenger door and leaned in so that you could say hello and what sort of help these people could offer you. You moved to the side of the car, now. My brain raced, no one had ever been this forward with me. What should I do?“Lynn, what are you trying to accomplish?”“I like you.” She spoke in a very matter-of-fact fashion. “And I want to show that to you. I want you to explain to me why you don’t do sex anymore.”“Well,” I took a deep breath and let out a relaxing sigh, “as I told you, I was married for 19 years to my Junior High school sweetheart. I have tried to have relationships since then, and even got married again, but I could not. He was a loveable, affectionate puppy and just great for companionship. He grew into a loveable, affectionate dog, he was almost as tall as me when he stood on his hind legs. He liked to stand up with his paws on my chest and lick my face and I'd pet him and stroke his fur. It happened that on one of those occasions, when he did that, I was naked having just come out of the shower. King bounded into the room, stuck an inquisitive nose into my crotch and gave my slit a big lick. I swear I nearly.