You will definitely get more out of it if you know the song, and especially if you or a loved one served in Viet Nam.Kenny Rogers has a number of sad ...songs and "Lucille" is one of the saddest. While I was writing El Paso I had a Kenny Rogers album on and when this came on I had to stop and listen to it. This story is for me.I've been working on another one based on his song "Ruby," but that's almost too sad: "Ruby, don't take your love to town." Hey, let me know if I should finish it.I mention. He noticed her hesitation and was afraid she wouldn't admit him so he added, "It won't take but a few minutes, ma'am, and if I don't check it now, I won't be able to come back until next month."She didn't want to delay service for the Browns by being overprotective so she replied, "I guess it'll be okay...come on in."Jim asked her to show him to the living room and the cable box and busied himself poking around the TV and the system."Is there another TV ma'am?" I think there's a second TV in. He smiled and motioned for me to get on my knees. I did and his big, hard, black cock was at my face. He lifted it and pushed it towards my lips. I opened them and let him slide it in. It was just as fat as the other, but longer. And it was already hard. It began to slide it in my mouth and across my tongue. I could feel the head slide in and feel the veins on my tongue. He took my head in his hands and pushed it in. I could only get half of it in my mouth. He pulled it out then pushed it back. Her fingers curled around my thickening shaft, squeezing gently at first and then tightening their grip. I felt her thumb rubbing over the head swiping at the oozing moisture slowly escaping from the partly open slit. The tip was very sensitive and my hips jerked involuntarily away before naturally returning for more. Hot air caressed the swollen knob as her lips opened and came closer. I watched in awe as her tongue snaked from her lips to touch and then lave at the angry purple object she.