When she came in the den from her shower she was wearing a short robe and nothing else. She asked me if I made the call? I told her yes. Who did you c...ll she asked. I told her it's a surprise. I had walked out on the deck when I heard the doorbell. My wife called out that she would get it so I stayed out back. I had thought they would join me but after about thirty minutes I decided to go in and look for them. I found my wife leaning over the arm of the couch facing the kitchen while Marcus was. Greg was too busy trying to save his hair and try to beat me at the same time to notice the odd black spot that looked somewhat like a lumpy sack laying in the right-hand side ditch. "Dude, there’s nothin' there. Stop trying to distract my driving," Greg said as he combed his hair feverously. We had stopped the car when the beginning of the onslaught of random objects started, but Greg seemed to not notice since his hair was beginning to harden into a sugary tangle. "Well, I’m. I tried hard to be cordial around the old girl. I remembered her birthdays, sent her cards on Mother's Day and Valentine's Day and I even offered to stop by and lend a helping hand if she ever needed with anything when my father in law was out of town.But no matter what I did or how hard I tried it never mattered. She had no use for me and she never would have. I'm only human so after several years of her bullshit my bullshit meter pegged out and I finally reached the point where I wanted to do. “Are you gay”, I asked somewhat timidly.“No, not really, but I have had, let’s say, some experience with men.”He moved closer, his now hard cock was less than a few inches from my mouth. I could open my mouth, and swallow him. Well, maybe that might be premature, but I could certainly suck on him. I turned away. ”N..N..no. Please.” I babbled “I can’t”“Yes you can. We’re alone. You know you want it, I know you want it. Just take it in your mouth”“No, not here, someone might catch us.”“Aaaahh..