That was a year ago and my Ma’am is now 19 and graduated.So here there I was, kneeling behind the gloryhole box that I had built and my Ma’am told...me that I was to take care of her friends. When the door opened a bit later, I saw them as they came into the garage. I recognized all of these guys from the school. I had even coached a few of them. My Ma’am explained that if anyone got tired of the drinking games later on, they were more than welcome to “use” the hole. A couple of the guys. “What the fuck….," seeing not only his wife satisfying herself, but zeroing in on what was written on her its, " what kind of party were you at last night." Gail, was just at the beginning of her orgasm, and was past the point of no return, as she buckled into a self induced orgasm against the wall of her bathroom, in front of her husband. She lowered her head and slid down the wall, ending up sitting, naked, in front of her husband, with both her hands covered in cunt juice, still between. So during the half hour or so it takes us for the walk we'lljust talk about whatever is on our minds. Our talks usually fall into twocategories - either sports or girls boobs. Walks on Tuesdays are a littlemore interesting as that's trash pickup day and it's interesting to seewhat folks have thrown out as we walk along. There's one house thatalways puts out several dozen empty beer cans in their recycling bin soyou can guess what they do in their spare time. And then there's thehouse that. He razzed me about switching to the Marines. Both he and my dad retired as Sergeants Major from the Army. Cavalry. Buffalo Soldiers! I’m the sixth generation. Only Gramps and my dad were professional soldiers. My other ancestors served a hitch or two, then became cowboys. My Great Great Great Grandfather John Randall was the originator of our line. Before that they were slaves, I suppose, but for all I know they were free Negros.” I told her.Continuing my family history, I explained, “Great.