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Becky's Marine part 8

Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

and Faith Hill, finishing to a round of applause. We went back to where Carl was with tonight's girlfriend and finished our drinks. "You should sing something by yourself." He said over someone else's song. "No way. Not here. If I embarrass myself here, how would I ever come back?" "I'm sure Becky would want you to. Should we ask her?" He said turning towards her as she shot pool. "No no, I'll do it... Asshole." "OK, but I pick the song. Don't worry, I got your back man, trust me." I did trust Carl, probably too much for my own good sometimes. He went to pick a song and was largely unnoticed by the girls. He came back and told me I was up next. Oh, what have I agreed to? I walked over to the machine and the music started. I was happy to not only recognize the tune, but like the song. How on earth he knew about I'll never know. Soon I was lost in the song. "We're scattered out On rural routes everywhere From California to The Carolines Flag wavin', Jesus prayin' Mama lovin', don't care Redneck, white shirt Blue jean kind" The crowd must have recognized the song because they started getting into it, some sang along, others raised their glasses, some just yelled out. "Folks like us Like to live a little Honest, simple Outside, small town America Dream chasin', beer drinkin' Raise 'em up, if you're thinkin' This ole' world ain't got enough Boot wearin', God fearin' Folks like us" I saw Becky blowing kisses at me and dancing with the pool stick. She was so damn beautiful I ... almost missed the next part of the song. "With Folgers in a Thermos At the door with a brown bag Steel toes on the go With the risin' sun Even when the wind Ain't at our backs We don't quit, won't quit 'Till the job gets done" By now the crowd was singing the chorus along with me. They would have drowned me out if it weren't for the mic. "Folks like us Like to live a little Honest, simple Outside, small town America Dream chasin', beer drinkin' Raise 'em up, if you're thinkin' This ole' world ain't got enough Boot wearin', God fearin' Folks like us Come on, now" I saw the owner standing by the bar watching the spectacle intently. What would become of Carl's actions I wondered.. "We hang out, just a little too much Hey, the way it is now, ain't the way it was A whole lot of real and a little less fake Yeah, I guess that makes Folks like us Yeah, folks like us" "Folks like us Like to live a little Honest, simple Outside, small town America Dream chasin', beer drinkin' Raise 'em up, if you're thinkin' This ole' world ain't got enough Boot wearin', God fearin' Folks like us No there just ain't enough Folks like us" When the song finished the crowd erupted with cheers. Becky ran over and jumped in my arms, kissing me with a fiery desire I had never seen before. I went back to our table, being congratulated on the way back. The owner came up as the next person was going up to sing. "Hey y'all, I'm Hank, owner of this here bar." He had a sort of southern charm about him with a harsh and ...