And me, was that by the time I got Willie’s call, the was running water in the house. J.T. and I had installed it after daddy died. Momma had it for... a few years before she also passed away. J.T. had wanted to toss the coal stove and go to oil after daddy passed. But momma wouldn’t hear of it. ‘Your Daddy was a coal miner all his life and we ain’t gonna do nothing to blacken his memory.’ She never realized how strange that sounded. After she passed away, the place stood empty for a few years. I quickly moved to him, I had been wanting this for so long. I planted kisses on his hard cock and it jumped with pleasure at the attention I was giving it. It felt so wonderful on my lips, so hard, but the skin was soft. Just perfect I thought. I reached up and could not take my eyes off it as I stroked it up and down, a drop of precum formed at the tip and I leaned over and licked it with my tongue. It tasted delicious, sweet and sticky. I saw him grip the bed sheets in his fists and a moan. Unable to keep himself steady as he orgasms, not all ofhis load makes it into my mouth. As she steps away from me at the 45second mark, I use the changeover time to guy number five to muster themental strength to swallow what remains in my mouth.My face is now dripping with cum and my dress feels wet too. I don't wantto carry on but I don't have a choice. Another quick pull on my hair andI open up for the final guy. All I can do is listen to the clock,counting the seconds and hoping it'll be. -----"Can I call you?", your email says. I think for a few minutes, and then burn my boats. "I'm sorry. Would you be hurt if I said no?" I spin some tale about security, paranoia and broken rules, but in truth I'm ashamed to let you hear my voice, which is way too low.-----The queue at the ticket-office is long and slow-moving. The vaulted ceiling of the tall foyer amplifies sound, but no one is talking -- only the click of heels on the marble floor as another theatre-goer leaves the desk and.