Happy became my date most nights,maybe even going steady.Honestly, this was no different than our other sexual escapades. Westill revisited all the f...amiliar positions, we didn't stop doing any. Wejust kept moving forward.One night, before we smoked, Sarah told me to clean myself out. Thatmeant Mr. Happy was making an appearance. I used a warm water solutionand after several passes, was clean as a whistle. Do whistles get cleanor do they get dirty?Mr. Happy and Mr. Big were on the night. .. manly. One particular roller dumped me just out of my depth and I got rolled and swallowed quite a bit of water. He fished me out and helped me to the beach and didn't laugh once, quite a change from before. There was a little restaurant just above the beach on one of the heads so we ate, had coffee and went on our way. My ex, I'll call him Gerard, was driving with me next to him. Back on the main road, time dragged on and so we started chatting and caught up, we even went over why I had. I felt my orgasm was beginning and she sensed it too, her lips found my clitoris and she sucked it hard, her tongue flicked rapidly over it and the pleasure suddenly engulfed me, all I could think of was her mouth on my cunt, her tongue on my clit, as I came, she used her fingers to open me and push two of them into me, I squealed as she fucked me and strummed the swollen little nub in between her lips, I came again as she added two more fingers, I could hardly believe it, she intended to fist. Sunday school starting at eleven and the church service starting at twelve were indicative of one of the differences between the mountain church and city churches. City churches tended to get all their classes and services finished in the mornings so all the parishioners could make it to their Sunday afternoon baseball and football games. All the mountain people had stock to take care of and chores that needed to be finished before they could even start the long trek over mountain roads to go.