I stopped my truck and went back into the garage. I grabbed the two trash containers and took them out to the road. (I wondered if the kitchen trash c...n is full), I said to myself, I forgot to look this morning.I walked back into the house and stopped by the laundry room doorway. I could hear my wife on the phone talking with someone."Hi honey can you talk now? There seemed to be a pause as she waited for a reply. Well just listen. This weekend the girls are going to their cousin's house for a. “Open your mouth.” I kiss you and my tongue pushes the strawberry mush into your mouth. “Now lick my face.” Your tongue relishes the taste of chocolate and cream and a little of the special flavour that your cunt has added. “Tell me what you want me to do.” I move to the bottom of the table and sit on one of the chairs. “Open your legs, lie back… and enjoy.” “Mmmm, gladly.” Sitting on the chair, I lean forward and again trace the length of your wet little hole with my tongue. “Oh god.” It is so. ”“What caused this?”She sniffed and raised her menu. “Can’t tell you. Sadstory.”“Really. No hook-ups, no petting and groping, nokissing or tongue sucking?”“Never. I hate it. I’ve been trying to learn to lovegirls but it’s difficult. I don’t like kissing themeither.”I tried to digest that and after that we had our mealin silence, more or less. But once we were alone inthe car, I raised the subject again.. Now, he spends a lot of his free time around campus near Elkhart, advising other grad students. He likes being around the older ones and hangs out with them often, drinking beer and eyeing the female undergrads. I met John about nine years ago in an online chat. I was between women and spent a lot of my time drunk and surfing porn sites. He and I got to know each other and tried to get together about once a year just to shoot the shit and fish. John didnt care that I wasnt a college guy – in.