"There is plenty more where that came from. I haven't gotten off in over a week and I'm going to drown your hungry mouth with what you need."I moaned ...like a bitch in heat. This was going to be amazing."If you become my regular cocksucker, I'll feed you enough man sauce to keep you hydrated with cum," he laughed. "Since the wife doesn't want my seed and I hate jerking off, I'll save it all for you. That is if you suck cock worth a shit."I mouthed the length of his cock through his pants, making. ”“If you could... ?”“If I could, I could cover the entire valley.”“I thought you were a bean farmer.”“Electrical engineer,” he blushed at admitting it. “Tell me about this friend?”“Davy? He’s not my friend ... he’s Hairy’s friend.”“Harry?”And that started a line of questions that took us through a burger and fries lunch at the Burlington Bar for his whole crew, returning to the bean farm and wandering through the line of junk cars and trucks out in the back lot.“I need to sit ... my ankle is. If Mark was meeting an attractive older woman, he would have the same intentions.Sarah had changed into a pair of black slacks that rather hugged her rounded buttocks and a white blouse, and she had already had two drinks when Mark arrived. She stood to greet him but they did not embrace or anything because they both, for the moment, felt a bit awkward.Mark got himself a drink and another for Sarah and they talked for a while, still a bit awkwardly, although they did somehow get onto each. " "I never look at other women." She shot me a cold look. "Don't you lie to me. You think I don't notice, but I do. You stare at women with long hair, not short hair." "I stare at you," I said, trying to change the subject. "And you know I have long hair. I'm trying to decide whether you deserve to see it again." I decided begging couldn't hurt. "Janine, may I please see your long hair?" I pleaded. She sat down at the antique dressing table across the room, her back to me, and removed a few.