Sweaty, red-faced, eyes bloodshot, hair looking like a rat’s nest…’ ‘Ravishing. Stunning. Sexy.’ He leaned in and whispered the last one. �...Fuckable.’ ‘So…that’s a yes?’ ‘How could I say no to a beautiful woman?’ ‘Alright. Back to my question. What position?’ ‘Well, um, almost anything except the…uh…traditional one.’ ‘Missionary?’ ‘Yeah. Not that one.’ ‘Okay. So, what then?’ Steven half sat up, messing around with the pillows behind him. Satisfied, he wrapped his arms around me, demonstrating. They heard someone mention something about the glory hole wall and queaning chairs. Gerry asked where that was and got directions. Women (and men) were sucking on cocks sticking through holes cut into a plywood wall. Signs above the holes were labeled women only, men only or no preference. Two chairs with a cutout section in the front were set up towards one end of the wall. In one, a woman was strapped into a small cage under the chair with her chin right up against the cutout section of the. I’d like to be able to start them a little earlier, but I guess that’ll depend heavily on how I recover from the surgery in January.”“That’s right. I wouldn’t even consider it sooner than 4 months and even that’s on the inside track of where I think you should go for treatment.” She leaned back and looked at me pointedly. “Now, let’s talk about the other concern you have about your recovery,” she said evenly.“Which is?” I asked, uncertain where we were going.“I assumed you were eager to resume. The feeling of smooth balls and cock always made me horny, and I stepped out of the shower with a half an erection, my swollen cock jutting out at half-mast….That’s when I saw my young niece standing staring wide-eyed at my cock with a look of total fascination. “Oh, I’m sorry” I said, “I didn’t hear you come in, the water was running”“That’s OK” she said, “I knew you were in the shower, I just wanted to see you!”“Well, you’ve seen all of me now!” I said with a grin. She just stood there, eyes.