I asked him, "When I walk in, where is the first place you want my mouth to go on your body?" I reminded him he would already be getting a blow job so...I told him Iwould make it memorable. Something he would be able to remember me by in the future, knowing "that special place" was the first place my mouth went on him.He told me he wanted to me drop to my knees and start at his balls.Mmmm, this was going to be fun. Next to sucking cock and swallowing, sucking balls is my favorite intimate action. I don’t know if he was truly gay or bi, but he was very fond of ... teens at least. Nothing wrong with lusting for youths, but he could have been open about that with Joe and me.“Ryan also liked fucking his patients, and by fucking them, I mean ... raping them. He definitely preferred virgins, probably at least somewhat because of lower risk with them. Yeah, he had issues. It was a toxic marriage. Joe and I plan to get married as soon as this divorce goes through, too.“I hid my love for him. Finally, back at the glans, whereby now there was usually some precum to lick clean, and then take more and more of my cock into her mouth. Sucking all of me into her mouth and throat.At times, I would even have her lay on her back on the bed, her head hanging over the side as I moved my chair, my cock, to her so she could take more of me in. All the way in to fully suck me. She would choke a little and have to pull out some, but she was so willing my prick would be back in her throat as she. I’ll see that he gets it.”Mom headed for town and I walked slowly out to the pump house to see how Mr. Simmons was coming along. He had been there most of the day working on our water pump for the well. The pump was in a small shed we referred to as the pump house. It was about ten feet square with just a door in front and no windows. I knew it would get very hot in there in the summer because we would hide there to smoke cigarettes.I knew Mr. Simmons would be thirsty so I mixed up a large.