That was also the way it was described in Grandma’s will. Dad had the choice of the house he grew up in or the one in Chicago that I grew up in. He ...ave me a choice and like the young kid I was I picked the one near Pensacola. Three years out of college and I was dreaming of kicking back on the gulf with lots of babes in bikinis, if I let them wear them, while I kicked back with my drink in my hand working on my laptop on the beach… IDIOT! The description should have been old colonial house. "A slight whimper. I raised myself up. Opened my thighs above his head. Only if he could see me, I thought.And felt it -- the tip of that cock, sticking straight up and waiting for me. I teased my lips with it for just a moment, eyes closed, holding the headboard now for leverage.I moaned, softly. I could hear the jingling of straps as he pulled at his wrists and ankles, knowing better than to move his head even an inch. I felt the cock filling me, slowly, and I opened my mouth and let out a. " Suddenly she realized the futility of hiding anything from Kit. She might as well be told now... "I did talk to Jack. I... he called, mostly about his plans for tonight, I guess." She paused and looked at Kit's intense face. "It seems that he's dreamed up something new for us. All of us, I guess."Carol saw a shadow flick across Kit's pretty face. "Mom-- what are you trying to say? Do you mean Jack's got a new sex caper of some kind?"Carol looked away from her daughter. "Yes. And it's pretty. I wheeled my bike out of the secvice garage and followed Nick around back to where he said he was parked. But as we rounded the corner, all I saw was a van parked against a wall. Sure enough it was his and he opened the side door and lifted my bike up into it. It was so cool in there. He had a small bed towards the back, and even a TV set."Okay little hairy Jerry! Let's jam!" He said."Your drivin' big dick Nick." I said.And that was the medicine that cured what ailed him. It was the moment.