"What are the rules? Am I allowed to even blow another guy?", she asked me. I told her I refused to answer, and that she would just have to decide in ...he heat of the moment, if she's willing to risk our relationship over putting cock in her mouth. She laughed and knew the answer, and it led to more fucking. I'd tell her while she was riding me, how I can't wait to watch her riding another guy like this, and it would only make her wetter and wetter! We didn't even count, but the orgasms we both. By the time I was released, - 20 years to the day after I had first been incarcerated, - one of my sisters had passed away too and the other had simply stopped keeping in touch. Her return letters to me had gradually dried up until I eventually had no idea what had happened to her. I was a single man. In my late forties with no usable skills; No family to speak of; No place I could still call home; I was fucked...That's when Archie showed what a true friend he really was. He met me at the. I just don't like the looks of that kid." Uh well Tim I don't think that you should..."Tim blushed. "Oh God! I'm sorry Maggie I didn't mean in the room, with you. I meant outside in my truck."Suddenly she felt like such an ass. Here was the man that had saved her from the rainstorm, taken her to this place and hadn't been anything but a gentleman the whole time and she was worried about him being in the same room with her. "In your truck, you've got to be kidding Tim? You can't stay out there. Warm breath, gentle circles, my tongue upon you there; fingers work their way inside. You roll your hips, fingers in my hair to let me know how good it feels. Your breath in ragged gasps, you can't believe the feelings coursing through your veins. You give in completely, you want it to take control and let the passion flow, you want to explode, you want the release; you need to feel that feeling. My fingers moving in and out, my tongue goes round and round. My hand squeezing your butt, your.