We might have been the oldest ones there. We found an empty booth on the side of the dance area. Because of the meds I was on, I ordered a soft drink ...or me and beer for her. She loves her beer.As we sat there watching people dancing I suddenly realized that this was a very poor idea. I could see that she really wanted to dance and the best I would be able to do was stand on the floor like a telephone pole. I told her to go out there and cut in on one of the couples, but she refused. She said. He owned the ranch. I guess he's been taking a bit of a loss on it for years. Anyway, his heirs are putting it up for sale and have directed Larry and me to sell the stock. We're the last ones here, by the way. Mr. Reinhardt let us live here during the winter to keep the stock cared for and the pipes from freezing. It gave us plenty of time to get me in this condition." Where are you going to live?" Oh, Larry's already got an offer with an accounting company in Indianapolis. I guess we'll move. She provided one that covered Tacoma and the towns from Federal Way to Lakewood. There were plenty of Simpsons, but none were Mary, or M.E. Simpson. Perhaps she was married and going by her husband's name. That would make sense. After all, it was years since we had been together, so a woman as attractive as Mary had become would naturally have men interested in her. None of those thoughts helped my mood.I told my mother that I thought I had seen Mary, but I couldn't be sure. She told me not to. Before you touch them, you move up and help me lift off my shirt, leaving me with only my boxers on. Then you kiss your way down to them, and slide them off, so I’m sitting in front of you with my cock hard and throbbing, waiting for you. You caress my thighs with your fingernails as you move back up, until your mouth is above me, open and wet. I see you extend your tongue, and then I feel it, flicking across the tip of my cock, running all around the head. You use your tongue on me so good,.