CHAPTER TEN
Saturday was always a busy day for Mary McLean. She was a methodical person, budgeting her days, and she liked to do her food buying on Saturday, as well as any other shopping chores that required going downtown into the center of Lakeland.
She usually did the food selection last, because there were two or three old girl friends whom she liked to meet downtown, have a couple of drinks, and eat lunch at the Golden Pheasant, Lakeland's best restaurant.
Usually, she looked forward to Saturdays, but not today. Last night's few moments with Junie had been marvelous. She was touched that the strong, healthy kid was not able to respond when she went in and gave his lovely prick a long, tongue-basting suck. How many older guys could have gotten it up after getting their balls draine
