K. The 'swinging' 60's had passed us by. Yes, we'd listened to the whole range of music of that decade - courtesy of the 'pirate' radio stations. For ...those who are baffled, these were small ships which anchored off the U.K. coast and brought us teenagers music that we never heard in its original form on state controlled radio stations).Previously, my girlfriend and I had explored each other's bodies with exuberance - heavy petting it was called then. But, that afternoon, something was. ”“Think whatever you want. I clearly told you that I can’t come tonight. You are heavily drunk now. So, go and sleep. I have some work. We will talk tomorrow.”“No, talk to me right now.”“What’s your problem Amit? Why don’t you want me to live freely? I need some space. I want nothing except peace in my life. Why don’t you allow me to live my life freely? Why are you so uncooperative? I always loved you. I do the job only for the sake of our family, our daughter’s future.”I continued, “Why don’t. She nodded her head as if, sprawled out on her back, she were acknowledging their response with a horizontal bow, a prone curtain call.Sharing similar tastes, no one was shy or reluctant to reveal their randy response. A man in a cowboy hat hooted, rocking up and down as if he were riding a bucking bronco, one fist clenched on his prick.As his cum squirted out, he snatched his Stetson off and waved it triumphantly above his head. A farmer wearing bibbed denim overalls bent over his cock as if. His instructions were clear, simple, allowing no room for error, the girl obeyed, licking the suction cup she pressed the dildo to the glass, set the timer and began.Her tongue spread saliva along the dildo's length, lips parting, jaw opening as she took it in, slowly, carefully, deeper, deeper, in her mind recalling everything he had taught her. Eyes closed she concentrated, tongue curling as she bobbed her head, taking a little more each time, feeling the dildo filling her, the head deeper.