She, Harold, Margie Wilcox and Tommy were going to the monthly first Saturday spaghetti dinner and dance down at the VFW hall. Tommy would be Margie�...s escort. Rita and Harold would be there for moral support.When Tommy told Ruth Silverman about Doctor Giles’s assessment of his ability to learn, he had told the absolute truth as it existed while he was in the hospital. The brain damage Tommy suffered was permanent and irrevocable. For a few months after his discharge, Giles’s prognosis held. She ran back up again and this time closed her lips over his cock. She slid her mouth down until his dick touched the back of her throat. Resisting the urge to gag she relaxed and pushed his dick into her throat. A taste hit her, right at the back of her mouth. She recognised it. Why the hell did her husband's cock taste of shit. There was no mistaking it, the sickly sweet, horrible taste of feces. 'What the hell's going on Harry?' 'What do you mean?' Harry was confused. 'You washed this. I told Roslyn we had to go faster on the way back. We did just that and made it to the finish before the others. We won! We jumped up and down and she turned and hugged me. I was as good as in. Just then, family members were congratulating us and we received gold medals to wear around our necks. What a great feeling. Rachel told me how proud she was of us and gave me a tasty kiss with a butt squeeze which Roslyn watched and giggled. We took our strap off and I headed inside to use the bathroom.. "You have a cunt. Most people call it a pussy. You have tits." She was crimson. I was enjoying myself."They're just words. Say them out loud. Get comfortable with them. They're just words. Go ahead."She looked at me, her eyes wide with horror. "Say them? Now?" I nodded. "All of them?" At least some of them. Go on." Dick. um, pussy. OK, that's enough. I get it." She was fairly whispering. The color stayed bright in her cheeks. She wouldn't need rouge for a month."Now tell the story," I said to.