Finish the job...oh ...oh...OHH”She was louder than the music...fuck ....It was enough to shut her up for a while with a cock in her gob. A meat gob...topper. Wow was she happy sucking head...she was made for the job...loved the job...lived for the job.“Yeah you bitch...take it deep...ball deep you bitch...you can’t get enough of it...”Lucy seriously couldn’t enough of his cock. It was beyond a bad habit...it was her only pastime or leisure pursuit...her friend J’Arnie was right... accessible. We had plenty of time to talk when we sat at the table together and ate what I cooked. It wasn't that he wasn't welcome in my kitchen, it was more like he didn't belong. Just like I didn't belong in his operating room.It was something that just kind of evolved. I think the fact that I messed up what I was making a couple of times because I was paying more attention to our conversation than to my cooking had a lot to do with it. I remember a batch of mashed potatoes that was extremely salty. Of. I found the walk to be a place of hidden beauty and discovery.Once we had emerged through the woods, we had searched for a place to sit on the sand. I noticed one other couple on the beach and it was very evident that they were in love. They were frolicking in the water and the guy would occasionally lift the woman above his head. Their laughter was carried to us on the wind, as we studied the amazing world unfolding around us.It must have been that couple that had sparked a memory of the day. For most of the next two weeks the weather stayed cloudy and wet due to the remnants of a hurricane that had parked itself several hundred miles off shore and was stubbornly refusing to completely dissipate. Roger, Miranda, and Julie could have cared less, even if the weather had been idyllic, they would have spent most of their time inside.They couldn't keep their hands off one another. They stayed naked at all times in the house and they made love constantly and in every room of the house,.