We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.But she was right. We didn’t have... the “green thing” in our day.Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts-- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new. Keven and I started talking cooking and it quickly became evident that we were close in cooking ability. That was impressive in a world where few men learned to do more than basic cooking or grilling. I found out that he was an artist of some renown and blamed my lack of art-sense on not knowing anything about it. Keven didn't seem offended. Sandy, it turned out, was a reconstructive surgeon. I guessed my preconceived notions were getting in my way since I was surprised."So, that makes both of. And I told her YES. she told me that she wants to fulfill marks fantasy. I ask her what is that. she told me that she wants me to lick her now. she wants me to lick her pussy as they just finish fucking. she told me Mark always wanted her to do that for him but she feels its degrading for me. I told her I will. she ask me if im sure. I said yes. she ask me again If im really sure. I said yes. so I started licking her and she was moaning again. I got so aroused with the juices in her pussy and. It felt almost secondnature to her now. And John seemed to understand her nature implicitly -he should of course as he had lived it. Her small body lay passively inits bindings, baby doll around her waist, breasts bare, sex exposed, andthe more she thought on this the more aroused she became.John emerged from the bathroom, muscular chest gleaming from its freshwash. He towelled his hair as he regarded Tammy impassively. "I havemixed thoughts about you, little girl. I'm tired and it's your.