He undid my Ammi’s salwar nada, which she shamelessly helped. Ammi’s last piece of clothing was taken off.She was looking like a sex goddess stand...ng in front of him. He wasted no time and pushed her in bed. He climbed on Ammi and played with her boobs while sucking her earlobes, kissing her neck, upper chest, and navel. He went for her pussy now.Ammi was, as usual hairy. He separated the hair and began sniffing the bush. He brought out his tongue and started sucking her clit and pussy lips.. There were new combs and brushes in a compartment of the trailer. I combed and brushed her until she was cooled down and clean. I unfastened the rope, and led her to the stock tank to get a drink. Then I led her into the trailer. She walked right in, with no fuss. I tied the rope lead at the front of the stall, made sure the hay in the bin was good, and went out the side door. I closed the door, made sure it was latched, then went to the back of the trailer and put away the ramp and latched the. Let me tell you what really happened.It was April or May, 1977. (Or it might have been 1978. I don't know. I don't keep a diary.) They were playing at some dump in Tampa, of all places. About half-an-hour into the show, some fat asshole in the back yelled, "Go fuck yourselves, faggots!" Before I tell you what happened next, let me tell you about what Suicide shows were like in the early-to-mid Seventies. Picture two leather-clad guys, one scowling and torturing an organ, the other striding. ( I found she was wearing a pair ofbreast forms). I kept moving my hips up to give her better access whenshe asked me to stand up. As I did so she pulled down my pants andunderwear and my cock sprang into action. She looked up at me andimmediately started to lick my head and shaft. I could not believe howwonderful it felt. She gently pushed me back onto the couch and movedbetween my legs. As I looked down at her I honestly could not tell wasa boy or girl who was sucking my dick, and I.