Turning back to the stand where she had put a plate and a bottle of wine, she picked up something and glided through the water toward where I was spra...wled on the other side. “I brought you something.” She said with a smile. I cocked my head to the side as she advanced between my thighs. Her left forearm rested on my chest and she slid up my torso before putting something between my lips.“What is it? “ I asked before swallowing.“It’s one of my husbands’ little blue pills” She said with a. . , I reckon I crisscrossed back and forth, from East to the West, across this great country more timesthan even I care to remember.In those days, when I rode an old freight train into a town, I made my home on the outskirts of the railroad yards along with all the other hobos. There, you would always find an odd assortment of characters; some of them unsavory, others were ilk of the finest kind. These ramshackle makeshift camps, in time, came to be commonly known throughout the Depression Era. My guard went up as I crawled back into bed and leaned against the pillows, but he surprised me when he gathered me in his arms to cuddle. I snuggled against him, my mind spinning, and tried to relax, but couldn't and wondered, What's going on with him? “ So do you want to hear the rest of the story?” I asked. “ Yes. You left off at a very hot place, please, continue.” Still suspicious of how he was behaving and confused by his gentleness, I knew I'd better be careful and moved out of his. On one particular trip along her pussy, I must have gone a bit further because I heard a sudden surprised gasp when my tongue got close to her tight, crinkled asshole. "Do you like that, Anne? Do you like having your asshole tongued?" I asked with a wicked grin. Without waiting for her reply, I went back to licking her little asshole. "NnnnggggGAAWD...Yes! Oh fuck yes!" she cried as I burrowed my tongue into her tight hole. Keeping her face on the trunk lid, she reached back with both hands to.