By the time Earnest Tubb's theme song, "Walking the Floor Over You," was half way through, she had settled back to munch on her popcorn and to let the... sound of his voice wash over her.She loved Earnest Tubb, the old Texas Troubadour. Besides his beautiful voice and his excellent band, the Texas Troubadours, his acts of kindness were legendary. More than one budding Country singer owed his success to Tubb's kindness.Tears welled up in her eyes when she remembered another person who, if anything,. Jim would console himself some nights recalling the Christmases when they were yet children and the pleasure he had gotten in recreating for them what still stood-out so vividly from his own past. How had everything gone so wrong? he mused. All he had ever wanted was to love...and be loved!Many years passed. Cathy had died of kidney disease, his daughters had married and moved away to the north of England. A postcard from Marion in the late eighties had put him on notice that he was now. Mark ran his hand along the young girls shapely back and down to her round little ass and stood watching his massive dogs cum leak out of her. “Here, sit up baby, squat right over the towel. There you go.” Mark said, watching the last of the big dogs semen flow out of her.He lifted the young girl up, limp in his arms and he ran his hands over her perfect round tits and nuzzled her neck. He gave her pussy a last wipe with a soft towel and led her to the couch.“Let’s chill here Baby, then we’ll. What can I do for you? I would like to talk with you. Could we meet somewhere for a chat? So we ended up agreeing to meet the following evening in the Marble Bar of the Hilton hotel in the city centre. I was early at our rendez-vous, and so was Sarah. We sat at a tiny table with our drinks and made small talk for a while. Then Sarah said, Phil, I feel that I owe you an explanation. I have been having the most wonderful sex since I left you and Angie. I could never give the sex up, and yet I.