.. she couldn't continue the thought hopefully I will soon find out anyway. " hi "she said "do you know why you are here ....why Simon has sent you to...me" "no I don't miss Hulme Simon said just turn up here at such and such a time and you had something for me" well" she said reddening with embarrassment "er its like this hmmmm I dont really know how to put this to you er " "dont worry about it miss Hulme I was passing anyway I will just carry on with where I was going it was nice to meet you". I played my blues on my guitar and lay low, wondering if there was a way to find out her name. I could ask Julie, but that seemed awkward at best. I considered going into her family fish shop and asking around, but I felt a little weird about doing that, too. Questions like that usually engendered more questions. I didn’t want that. And besides, how would knowing her name help? It wouldn’t bring her back to fish with me. I wasn’t going to see her for at least a year. Probably never again, to be. Rhonda got better at it over the next month and finally reached a point where she asked me to cum in her mouth. I've seen wine tasters that didn't go through the motions that Rhonda went through the first time I spit down her throat, but the final call was that she did not dislike it and she began to do it regularly. I wondered what other surprises my previously reluctant bride might have in store for me.I had to fly back to Seattle for a meeting with a supplier and when I told Rhonda I would. Matt replied no man you can keep that. I don’t know if it didn’t sink in what he said. Looking back I'm sure I must have known what he was saying. but for some reason I asked what do you mean he has a donkey in his pants. Matt still laughing just said, baby his dick is too big we would always joke with him when we were deployed about not letting it dangle in the dirt. I was kind of shocked for a second. Not because they were joking around and saying crazy stuff, that happens all the time. It.