Turning my head, I found the light source — the moon, a huge, near-perfect orb, rising to our left. ‘We grew out of each other, I suppose,’ I sa...id eventually, my lips twisting slightly as I remembered how it ended. ‘Well, to be honest, I grew out of him. I think James would’ve been happy to have trundled on as we were until it was time to stick him in a coffin. He wasn’t really interested in getting married, didn’t seem bothered about having kids. Just wanted to go out every weekend, spend all. She had lived an exciting and eventful life, having at various times lived in India as nanny to a Maharaja's son, had had a torrid affair with a tobacco planter in Rhodesia and herded camels in Australia's Nullarbor Plain. Whether her stories were true or the romancing of an old woman I could not tell, but they were entertaining and helped her get through her suffering. How she came to be living here I never discovered, as she died before we got to that chapter of her life. So it was a great. I stop, just to enjoy the feeling, and feel her milking my cock with her muscles. Geo slides up further on the bed, and Dixie dives into her pussy.I start pumping again, and get a wild idea into my head, (Well, wild for me, at any rate.). With my left hand, I press Dixie's back down, and with my other, I grab a fistful of her brown hair, and begin to pull. This way, she can still lick Geo. As soon as I do, Dixie begins to scream and buck, and I feel like a cowboy in my first rodeo."Lick that. “Are you going to be able to stand this, Cully? I’m worried about you.”“Cut to the chase, did you go to bed with him?”“Yes.”“Oh, dear God. Okay, okay, go back and detail it out from when I bolted the kitchen table. I have to hear all of this. Hup! How much is there, Girl, seriously?”“Seriously? This ice pack will be melted long before I’m finished. Plus, I don’t mean to be uncaring, but, I do need to call the man before too much longer, Cully. I promised and I don’t want to worry him. So, what.