.”“It’s alright, dear. You can tell me. Go ahead. Why can’t you give her orgasms anymore?”He didn’t lose his cross expression. “She won�...�t let me! I could lick her to a cum every time. Every time! She’d go wild! But she won’t let me anymore!”The woman in the middle patted his arm. “Hold that thought, Gene. I’ll be right back.” She spun around to the woman. “Why won’t you let him use his tongue anymore, Olivia?”“Because, then I’d have to use my mouth on HIM! I could do it in the beginning. He’d. She worked the buttons on my shirt and when she pulled it loose from my khakis I started on the buttons on her shirt. We kissed often. I pulled her shirt loose and she worked on my belt and then zipper. She giggled as she lowered my slacks as they somehow got caught on something inside my slacks impeding their removal. She held them at my ankles and I stepped out of my shoes and slacks in one move. Sandy stood back up and I kissed my way to her Levis. It took me a while to get them open and. How much time Heather had spent in that pickup, she couldn’t even measure. The tool box, the ice chest with the bungee cord around it, the dented tailgate—it was all exactly the way she remembered it.She crawled in on the passenger side. As they started driving, he turned on the pickup’s CD player. The song he selected was “Down on the Farm” by Tim McGraw. He’s playing this on purpose, Heather realized, He knows it’s one of my favorites.She started singing. So did he. She sang to him the line. Shall I send word that the two of you will be there? Dr. Swanson will be there as well.”The women nodded their heads. They burst out giggling when Maria left. They kissed again, and Rose began to play with Dakota’s limp cock.“Not now babe, he needs a break.”Rose put on her best pouty lip. “Aawwww, and to think yesterday I couldn’t stand the thought of cock. Now I can’t get enough.”Dakota rummaged through her dresser and pulled out her two bikini tops. “Which one?”“Duh, the small one.”As she put.