Can I trust you?” She cried.“I guess that’s fair, can I call someone for you, maybe a boyfriend, parent?” I asked her.“That piece of shit wa... my boyfriend, he went fucking nuts after I told him I wanted to see other people and that’s why he pulled the knife.” She replied, calming down a little bit. “What about parents? Or the police?” I asked, three feet from her now.“My parents live in Oregon, there is no use calling them, as for police, I’d prefer not to because I really don’t want this in. I want them to feel secure and I want them to feel a part of the family decision-making." Sounds like a sensible idea, but let me give you a bit of advice from someone who's been there. Don't smother them. They value their independence and each year they get the reward of a bit more when trust is there. It's very important that they know the rules, but it's also important that they get a chance to make some decisions for themselves. They won't always be good decisions, but you can't control. The left one had the prosthesis in it, and I carefully removed the boot.“Zippered cowboy boots, must be hard to find.”“Yeah, had to special order them. I couldn’t get my new foot in or out of regular boots. Well, there it is. Whaddya think? Sexy, right?”“Cassidy, I don’t have a foot fetish, so I don’t really give a shit what your foot looks like. Let’s get these pants off, you can’t sleep in those.”With some wiggling, we got her jeans off and she squirmed under the sheets and blanket, just. .. removing all my clothes except my running shoes. I have a runner's body ... having run several marathons. And I keep running now.If other cars were in the park, obviously other guys, Jerry would invite them to park behind him car to watch a "naked guy" walk through the parking lot over to his car.Sometimes, there were two or three cars lined up for the show.After I walked to his car, Jerry would lower his window and invite my hard cock in. He would suck me dry while the guys in the other.