She ate like a true trencherman and poured beer down her gullet as fast as I did. I was glad one of the men I had dispatched carried a heavy purse."Mo...t call me Irish," she said. "Hardly remember my name." Tell me about those men." I'd heard tales," she said, mopping her plate with a crust, "stories of women snatched out of their homes or off the streets." You said slaves back there," I reminded her."Right, they sells 'em, they says, folk, y'knows, but more'n jus' tattle, to the swells to do. I couldn't believe how good it felt. God I love you, so much!"Jeff was going to the police academy daily. As I mentioned earlier, it was a seven month program for him, seeing he had been an MP in the Air Force. He did tell me that he had also been a sniper. Needless to say it shook me up a bit. A sniper oversees and a MP at home; being a police officer was what he had always talked about. It had always been his dream.After he had been home about a month, my mother said she and Dr. Benet wanted. She won’t tell anybody either as she hates it when all the guys come to the garage to see my trains". When I come back upstairs, Tom is by the door and we go out the back door and I follow him to his garage. He unlocks the door and we go inside. He turns on the lights and locks the door. His train set is very nice and still under construction. He leans against the table, unbuttons his slacks and unzips them. He drops them and says “get at it Bob, I want to see your head bobbing up and down on. He managed to take most of my entire cock into his mouth and rubbed my balls against his chin. Unable to remain uninvolved, I put my hands on the sides of his head. He moaned around my cock, cast his eyes up, and smiled around my shaft.Chris and I maintained eye contact as I received my first blow job. If nothing else, Chris was enthusiastic about his oral prowess. He caressed my balls with one hand while moving his other hand over my outer thigh and ass. I held off as long as I could, not.