I tentatively wrapped my hand around one. Warm and soft, though far smoother than skin. I stroked it gently, and it stiffened.“That is so fucking ga...!” Ian laughed. Stephen tightened his lips and narrowed his eyes, suspicions apparently confirmed.“Laugh all you like, but it is opening.” I jerked at it faster, and the gap reached the width of my thigh, but then the knob erupted, spewing goo, and the hole winked closed again. “Fuck! You start trying, too. There might only be one actual door. When I awoke Tuesday morning, I was alone and I got up to find my wife. I put my swim trunks on in the bathroom and removed a pill from the medicine cabinet. I quickly swallowed it and went out to the pool. Jenny was laying on her back in a tiny white bikini with her cd player's earphones on. She had obviously just gotten out of the pool and I could see the outline of her large pink nipples and her bush through the wet fabric of her bikini. She hadn't heard me come out to the patio. I noticed. Derrick laughed, forcing his head back onto his dick. "You want this cream, don't you bitch? The nut from this dick got your mouth watering. Shit. Fuck. Take...this...dick...in...FUCK!" His dick erupted in three, four, five spurts of heavy white cream, and his knees gave out. He leaned forward, his hand still on the back of Brian's head and they fell together, his balls pressed against his chin as Derrick straddled his face."Ahhh fuck." Derrick exhaled. He looked down at Brian, his cum dripping. I would eat dinner with him two times a week, guiding him down the long hallways as he slowly negotiated the trek with his walker. In this fashion, he did reasonably well until the night of January 24th, 2008. No one knows exactly what happened, but in the wee hours of the morning the aides found him slumped over with a badly broken hip. Although the operation to repair his hip was successful, he was never the sane after that. Perhaps it was the anesthesia, he simply failed to thrive and in.