I sat in the drivers seat and pushed the seat back from the steering wheel. I roughly grabbed his hair and forced his mouth down on my dick. Shit, I...needed this right now! It had only been 15 minutes since my last orgasm in his mouth but our conversation and my imagination had raised my level of lust to “unbearable”.I pushed his head up and down on my dick. I didn’t care if he choked or not. I thrust my hips upward driving my meat piston even harder into his mouth. He gagged opening his. Alma always was there, but she was alone, never presenting any more fawns to my sight." "Five years later I met your mother. We quickly courted, then wed, started our family. The time for me to grow up had come, time for me to have a wife, a home, children. Our intention was to have several but we had only one, you Michael. We wished for more but were content with our only son." "Michael, I think I'm about done here. Can we return to the village now?" "Sure, Poppa, whatever you like." Michael. It was mutual, you felt the relationship slowly coming to an end, but it was embarrassing because you had pledged to all of your buddies that she was the one. She felt bad for initiating the inevitable break up just before the wedding the two of you were to attend together, so she offered to still come as your plus-one. To save some face, and to avoid every question about the break-up, you agreed as long as you both kept the image of a couple still together.It was the Thursday before the. It was rumored that the postmistress with the crippled leg was one of his human female favorites because she had no other fellow human takers and was outrageously submissive to his unnatural desires whenever he made a visit supposedly for his post. In all honesty, it was a post that more often than not was conveniently conspired to and which was totally non-existent.Eve in her own way, secretly admired the handicapped postmistress because she was a God-fearing, hard-working woman in mid-life.