When the spot somebody they know, they scream, hop up and down with their arms outstretched and hug each other. Most of the tables are full. I feel I ...m justified for my selection.There a table away from me is a man; probably forty; red tie; dark suit; pen on top of his black leather bound notepad. The interviewer is doing most of the talking. He is smiling and moving his arms. He laughs a lot.I sit down; but she is facing away from me. I can't see her face. What I see seems to be a mixed bag. Those two concerned me. I hoped they kept their desire to do something worthwhile. I knew it was hard to remember we were there to drain the swamp, when you were up to you ass in alligators.The pot crop might be a big temptation, if I brought them into it. I even had to remind myself every day that it wasn’t about the money. It was about helping people. I hoped I could remember that when we started to have something to sell.I had no idea at that time how long it was going to take to bring in a. After a few minutes of kissing, we began removing each other’s clothing.“I’ve missed your big dick,” Amy said as she stroked me.“I miss you any time we’re apart, Amy,” I said.Smiling, Amy slid down my body, kissing me as she knelt. She popped my cock into her mouth, moaning as she started bobbing her head. I gripped her hair, something Amy said she liked, as I guided her mouth on my shaft.Amy moaned around my cock as she looked into my eyes. She cupped my balls in the palm of her hand,. . you're a mess." He says, with a deep voice. Mom, still kneeling on the floor, spreads her legs to him, "That a bad thing?" She asks in a teasing manor. "Not at all." The man says. A second passes as I hear a belt buckle being undone and the sound of jeans falling to the floor. Mom then lets out a gasp. "Wow... okay... that's a big cock!" She finally sputters. "Too big? After all... I heard you wanted it rough." The man asks. Mom crawls on her hands and knees to him then stops, her arms raised.