But he was not saved. His wounds needed some serious tending. His body needed food. The Devil might take him yet.After several minutes of simply accep...ting the water's gift of survival, Lou lifted his aching body enough to stiffly turn his head and study the shack whose sight had brought him this largess. Through fever bright eyes he noted several goats milling around one side of the dilapidated structure. They bleated while pushing their noses into the bare ground. No one appeared to be taking. She caressed the length of my body and teased my cock before she slowly took it in her mouth. She took inch by inch into her mouth and then pulled back even slower but gripped her lips extremely tight. Honestly it was the most amazing blow job I had ever experienced.She said, “All I want to do tonight is pleasure you. Honestly you’ve given me enough pleasure to last a lifetime and I need to give something back to you.”She went back to sucking my cock very slowly and ran her hand along the. When I finished the log and the letter attached to it I was crying. Like most men I don't cry, but what was said in those words made me feel for my father. I understood his hurt. I copied both the log and letter.Later that day I got off my duff and actually landed a job at Burger King. Dad later said it was honorable work. I also made an application to that community college. I was accepted for the next fall. My grades became those straight A's that I had claimed at MIT. While I was there I met. Gemma rolled over and raised her sunglasses and put her book down. The novel, from the cover, was an erotic romance. She was resting on her elbows with her legs nicely parted: I took in her sparking blue eyes, straight white teeth, fulsome breasts with nipples alert and a puffy camel toe. She really had it all. I bounced the tramp again with more force and her body jiggled with the movement and her eye-catching tits had a perceptible wobble. Thank-you God.“Where’s dad?” was all she.