How will Tammy take it? Find out in the next Chapter. Please excuse any typos and bad grammar and enjoy the story. This is a sad, sweet, tale which echoes a time that many would like blowjob to forget ever happened in this country. But it did, and the ghosts of that time live on in many families in many different ways. There isn’t a lot of explicit sex in this. It is more of a tone poem (writing which sets a mood), but it came to me almost complete in a single brilliant flash. I tried to write down what I saw and what I heard and what I felt. I hope that you can see and hear and feel some of that also. WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. All of my writing is intended for Cock Sucking adults over the age of 18 ONLY. 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Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square, you could see the remnants of a brick foundation sticking slightly out of the grass just inside where the weeds gave way to a cultivated field. In the middle of that foundation was a more modern piece of brickwork. Modern, of course, is relative. These bricks had been exposed to the elements for at least a hundred years, but they were machine-made, kiln-fired bricks rather than the hand-made, sun-dried bricks that had granny once been the foundation of the house. Years of wind and rain had worn those soft bricks down to the point where only one or two courses still stood above ground level. With the strength that comes from the kiln, however, and without the severe winters of the more northern states to freeze and crack the mortar which held the bricks together, the benches and supports for what appeared to be a stone picnic table still stood as solid as when they had been built many decades before. The large picnic basket sitting in the middle of the table was even more modern. The food and drink inside, although classic foods of the area from days gone by, were freshly prepared. “The teasing, the back and forth banter, never stop that—not even when we’re naked and having sex.” She was only a percentage point away from full heterosexual. I’m not a girl! I will be happy to be seen with you in public by my friends and yours. She moaned as she felt herself come to the edge of another orgasim. “True,” we all agree. After thirty seconds or so it was dripping with her saliva. I slip my hands under Abigail's flank and shoulder and flip her corpse over onto its back. Completely CRUSHING HER SOFT CLITORIS in the process and splattering a bit more blood onto it. She began rubbing herself to another orgasm. And Asian whipped at that. That should be soon. All too soon, Chin-sun was Grandma bucking and convulsing on top of him, the musky scent of her pussy filling the room. Sarah asked, slowly rubbing her pussy. It was so very hard to be that woman when I was kissing my father. She chuckles and stuck her chest out, “with a 44d rack someone should find me interesting”? Tammy felt the chain attached to her spreader bar tighten then slowly lifted her ankles up and back over her back. A lot of elderly ladies in for their weekly catch up. “I think so.” Tim continued, “I’ll Cock Sucking switch the eggs off at the end of the day. Isabelle felt her nipples harden, much to her shame. Even from afar he could see that she was in pain. She did this until he was hard again then stopped just rubbing herself on him and started humping him more purposefully, up & down, methodically, knowing what she wanted. “Let me have your hand Ginny.” she granny said. That would be so hot. We continued our trek through the wasteland, silently traversing the glossy remnants of roads, and the melted corpses of buildings. It was about that time, however, that I started to develop strange feelings and desires. It was so wicked. The rest of blowjob the old night starts to blur together. I carried her to the shallow end of the pool and up the steps. The boys swapped mutual expressions!