She looked over at me, held up five fingers and a thumb, and then flashed a big thumbs up sign. “You’d do this for free, wouldn’t you?” I chid...ed her later.She just looked at me, shrugged and said: “Of course.”By five o’clock, Jo and Nadene were the only girls still on the street, but still there was a line-up of cars waiting, at least fifteen cars stretching over two blocks. Nadene definitely was slowing down and in fact eventually climbed into my car and took a nap. Jo, however, just kept. I was disheartened when she let my cock flop onto my flat stomach with a "FWAP." She stood and then grabbing a handful of my hair as she straddled my face. "Now my lustful young lover -- lick my pussy and make it good and wet."Sandra pushed her pubic mound into my mouth, my tongue eagerly lapped at her flower. Still holding my head in place by the hair she rotated her hips in a circular motion covering my mouth, chin and nose with her flowing juices. Soon my face was completely wet. Mistress. Some were related by blood, others by marriage. My neighbor is this big black MP, married to one of 5 sisters (my shawty is related)-they are now separated, his wife left him years ago. Other than that, I will give no names or other information for obvious reasons. At least there was never a safety issue for the family. Either he or his brother was nearby when I was away. Turns out after retirement, the brother now does Nat Guard training weekends at you guessed it, Colorado. The neighbor is. I grabbed her head and made her look at me. "It's not wrong. It's not wrong at all. You read my stories, They're real Emma. Maybe not what happened in there, but the feelings are real. Like poetry. Is there something wrong with me too, then? Is there something wrong because we feel so deeply?" "But no one else—" "Fuck everyone else. What do they know? You've seen those zhlubs in class, how the words go right by their heads. What do they know? What do most of the people in the world know?.