I pulled out an uncut loaf of bread and sawed off two sloppy slices of Jewish rye and cooked them up under the broiler in the stove because there was ...o way the things could fit into the toaster that required neat slices cut with a lot more precision.I opened the front door.No fucking newspaper.I wanted to scream out...”Typical!”Then the memory kicked in and I had to sit down for a moment and let my tears flow in private because everybody knows real men don’t cry.Today was the funeral.Today was. As we walked through to the lounge he continued laughing, informing Taryn that I had not recognized him. The reason for my confusion was; that Darian had put on at least thirty pounds during their visit to Italy. Apparently, the plentiful Italian cuisine had met with his approval. Darian’s new bulkiness did not detract from his good looks and was still unbelievably sexy.I also met Taryn’s mom and dad for the first time that evening, and they were charming. From our general conversation, I also. She liked to be kissed all over, to savor the delicious intimacy of incest, but not this time, as I lay aside my briefs, she moaned and reached for me, her legs parted of their own accord and with one quick thrust I was inside her warmth where I belonged, their was no finesse, no loving kisses and no words of endearment, but it was how we both wanted it to be.Every forward thrust of mine was met with one of hers, her lips were drawn back exposing her perfect teeth, she used her long finger. .be Very afraid” The look in his eyes was so precious that I had to laugh. I lead him to a room in the back, and kissed him deep and hard once again, as I ran my hands all over him semi-roughly. Soon I had him rock hard and panting. I told him, “Now is where trust begins. You must trust that I have only pleasure in mind for you, understand, my Sweet?” He could only nod and pant at that point. I bade him turn and tied a silken scarf around his head, obscuring his eyes. I then snapped my.