My 12 year-old son Ed entered one of the rooms with two of his friends, Ray and Joe. Joe was carrying a paper bag with him. They closed the door and l...cked it, so I knew something was going on. It was raining that day so no one was using the pool. As I watched, Joe pulled a couple of porno magazines out of the bag. The boys sat on the couch and started to look at the magazines. As I watched, the boys started to rub their crotches. In a couple of minutes, Ray pulled his hardening dick out of his. This was a wicked party, seriously thought Frank woud miss the pool from that tree branch or the fucking branch woud break ahhah''''ahhah yeah that guy is out of mind, last year he did a jump with his snowboard accross a fucking road and barely clear it''''ahah yeah i saw the vids''finishing the joint following him insidei was way more drunk than him it seems , when i got up i fell on the floor laugthing hardleaving me to go in the shower after helping me in the bathroomtelling me i woud feel. I lit up my second cigarette and stood there in the damp cool air of Seattle , thinking I needed to get a jacket, and the door opened. Arisol had come out to join me, and reached into the small box to retrieve a joint for her own after dinner enjoyment. I looked quizzically at her as she fired it up, she giggled and said “I don’t smoke often, but I’m kind of keyed up tonight Uncle George.” I smiled back at her and nodded my unnecessary approval. After about two tokes on the. Let me take care of you!I understand now that I want her to feel good. I am here to make her happy. This seems to be more important than my own pleasure.My pleasure rests in hers. I wish I could make her come. I wish I could give her pleasure. Google has lectured me that some prostitutes actually come, that it happens more often than one would think. I don’t quite believe it.While all these distracting thoughts have rumbled through my head, she has just looked at me. I still haven’t answered.