I served two bottles. We didn't talkfootball during dinner. Mike was shy but joined in from time to time. Heseemed to glow from the earlier sexual exp...rience."Mike, you know about me, can you tell me something about yourself?" Billysaid."Not much to tell. I'm 100% country boy, brought up in rural Georgia. I'mthe only c***d of older parents. Mom is 84 now and I am 40. You can do themath. Graduated high school, joined the army for a few years then went toAtlanta to make my fortune." Mike. I don’t want you to knock me out or anything.”“What a shame. Maybe I could bloody your face up just a bit?”“No, Mistress, please. Just some sexy boxing.”“What do you mean by sexy boxing?”“Just some soft punching. You know. Punch my chest a bit. And maybe punch my stomach. But not too hard.”“Have you ever boxed yourself?”“No, Mistress. But I’ve watched plenty of boxing on television. And you know I’m in good shape. I keep imagining how erotic it would be if you were to punch me a bit.”“Anything. He continued on into town..stopping only when he got to "The Pelican Post". The "Post" as all of the locals called it was more than just a grocery store...it also doubled as the post office, hardware store and clothing store. It was one of those little places that seemed to have everything and yet had nothing. Alex and Shelly had owned and operate the old place for decades. Michael went in and as usual picked up some groceries, checked his mail etc... After some small talk with Alex, he. My tongue was out, trying desperately to make contact. Finally, I was close enough to take him in my mouth. I sucked rhythmically for all I was worth. He lifted his leg up onto a rung. “Don’t forget the boys,” he said giving me access to his balls. They were a combination of salt and sweat and ever so tasty. Sucking them into my mouth caused him to arch his back and groan. Finally, he released my hands. He gently held my head and I ravished every inch of him.Guiding me to my feet, he.