It became a game to her, to see how hard she could stab his balls, and to see how far they would roll.She rolled his big hairy balls up and down and a...round and round with her tongue tip, each stab right on target and hard enough to make him groan and gasp. Though the thick hairs on his balls tickled her nose, she paid them little attention, concentrating only on the thick coarse meat that held his balls."Aaagh!" he groaned, brushing her long yellow hair out of the way. "Fine, baby, fine. Now. All the persuasion just to move her hand in two directions. Up and down. But eventually she did.Her first blowjob I imagine was like the first of many other girls her age. Her shy demeanor taking over, making her first blowjob more like a suckling of the tip, the contorted expression on her face when she was first surprised with the salty bitter taste of the white gooey reward.Penetrating that almost bald pussy was divine, her natural body reactions betraying her. Her entire cunt spasmed upon. I sat down on the couch, feeling tired from a stressful day. Where was I to sleep? I guessed on the couch, or maybe the floor. God forbid I should be in the wrong place when my wife came home, I thought, so I sat up and watched the tube mostly. We only get two channels, and near one thirty the last of those played the national anthem, leaving snow. I turned it off, and dozed in my chair, thinking it probable that my wife was over at a girlfriend?s house complaining about her worthless. I’d known them all for such a relatively short time, but I considered them very good, very close friends nevertheless.Micester was my old life. These people belonged to my new life. They were helping live a new life—even if I wasn’t completely over my old life yet.Imogen and Mark sat in the back and did most of the talking. Vanessa, sitting in the front with me, was quiet, listening to the two behind flirting up a storm and smiling. I used concentrating on driving along the narrow country route.