It was the end of the summer before Ann and I became comfortable enough with each other to visit. We slowly became friends but I never again just walk...d into their home without an invitation. I would always knock on the door and yell out before I was allowed to enter. Gene always told me to just come in like I used to do but I refused. One time after he had berated me once again because I had stopped just walking in I was in the kitchen getting another beer when Ann came up to me. She put her. She grabbed it and aimed as he filled the bowl with beer residuals.When he finished she heard, “I gotta piss too!” Turning around she saw Tommy with cock in hand. Husband was pushed aside and she reflexively grabbed for this new hose and aimed it just in time. She barely noticed that something was different about it. Hell, she’d never even seen a male organ besides her husband’s, let alone holding another one. When he finished it started to fill like hubby did when he was getting ready to fuck.. .. but its to much for you and you let out a low groan the shudders through out your body your love juices flow into my mouth.. i take them all but some trickle down my chin...your hands now caress your breasts through the thin materiel of your sun dress.... opening it and letting them fall free....pinching at the nipples you increase the orgasm that is erupting in your body...fulfilling on them you tease them to full hardness... increasing the pleasure you are receiving...finally your orgasm. Then she looked up the number of the FBI's switchboard and called it. Jim took the phone from her and pushed a button to record the call. "Martin Destrie in Public Relations, please," he said to the FBI operator. "Jim Tibideaux returning his call." Mr. Tibideaux, thanks for calling me back. We all okay on identification, now?" said Destrie with a little laugh."Mr. Destrie, you're about the 25th call we've gotten from people claiming to be from the FBI. So we take precautions. Okay if I record.