It was like no other blow job Id experienced, so hot, wet and slippery. I could have happily filled her mouth but I had waited a long time for this. I...gently pushed her away and rolled her over. She seemed surprised. I straddled her chest and told her Im gonna fuck your breasts, Fran. I want to feel your soft tits wrapped around my cock. I want to rock back and forth until I cum all over your tits and face. What do you think of that, baby? Oh, yeah, she groaned, do that to me! Please! Do it! I. That was $600 we needed for seed and fuel. Of course we fought, she pouted, our sex life dropped to non-existant. One day I came home and she wasn’t there, she arrived several hours later. She was drunk, not falling down drunk but giggly. There was morefights. Then one night I finally blew my stack, it was 10 PM and she was off somewhere, so I went looking. I found her, too. She was sitting in at Clancy’s, a seedy bar in town down by the mill parking lot. The guy she was sitting way too close. She had read about it in a travel magazine, but perhaps she would have guessed what it was anyway. Expensive limos, dirty pick-up trucks, a slick-looking low-rider, were pulling up for the evening activities. She could picture Jim liking going there, if he wasn’t so cheap. On the empty desert she imagined that she was watching Jim through a one-way mirror, entering a room in the fancy house, she could picture the bustiered prostitute, a tall, bleached blonde, silently issuing her coded commands. . but she’s so normal.”“You should watch her fly.”“She showed me her license ... is that for real?”“Yup ... ask Junior.”“The Princess? I wouldn’t presume...”“Junior,” I called.“Hi, Surprise ... Hi, Tyche. How is my favorite 4 year old? ... Hi, Jenny ... it’s good to meet you. I owned a home here and never lived in it. I’m ashamed ... I try to meet all the important people where ever I go.”“I’m not important.”“Yes ... you are ... you guide children on the road to adults ... try anyway. Some are.