Pulling up to a nice spot with a view next to some pick nick tables. There were other cars already there and Linda said that she knew who they were. ... We climbed into the back of the van relaxing on the bed. Linda rummaged around and found a tape to play, The CarsWhile I got out something to drink “beer or wine?”“ I think I would like some beer tonight .”So with that I handed her a 16oz bottle of Ballantine ale. ( We usta call this stuff Green death.)Very soon we were back to where we had. "But this thing is MADE for me to suck on." And she sucked. And her quick mind tied the sucking with what she'd just discovered about sliding her hand up and down my shaft and in a matter of a few happy minutes I was headed to my second orgasm."Babe," I said, "you've got me VERY close." I can tell," she said, barely pulling her mouth away from me. "It keeps givin' me this salty stuff." Her head dipped back down. Long suck. Teeth. Tongue.I stroked her pretty head."I want you, bad, babe," she. “Find the key and I’ll unlock you,” she said, “but you can’t use your hands.” Tom smiled and looked up and down her body checking for pockets, but there were none. It had to be in her bra. He ran his lips over her breasts and slowly worked his way all around them, cheating only slightly with his hands. “And no tickling,” she giggled, almost spilling her coffee. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked as he put his lips over her erect nipples. “Get on with the job in hand, if you ever want to get out of. She said she didn't want people to see her body as it was after the cancer was through with her.The church was packed with the people who loved her: family and friends. They brought with them pictures and stories and memories and left them for me and Maureen.I was grateful for the way the parish reached out to me. Over the years, I found out that even though the official stance of the Roman Catholic Church opposed homosexuality, the congregation we were in did not. They included us as they did.