She smiled and headed off to work. I spent the morning getting the larger guest room upstairs ready for my dad and generally cleaning the house so Bab... wouldn’t have to worry about it on Saturday. At lunch time, I headed to the bus depot and picked my dad up and brought him back to the house. He looked tired and I suggested he rest while I headed to the store for groceries, so he got comfortable and I headed out to get food for Friday night and Saturday. I picked up steaks and ribs, along with. I could tell by our email exchange that he was a little weary since we were technically neighbors. Into the chat room we went, I posted my live steam in one of the CD rooms, and I could see all the pop ups of guys in there stroking their cocks to me. I sat in front of my laptop fingering my ass, then playing with the dildos, doing a little dildo ass to mouth while at it. A couple of guys where really into it when all of a sudden, Kevin sends me an invite into a private chat room. We sat there. Her tits were having a little slippage at times and the outline of her nipples could be seen through her top. I kept encouraging her to get really low to play her shots hoping we (the other guy and me) would get even more views. We kept drinking and I was getting a little drunk. M won the first game (I think he threw the game to keep M playing knowing he could be behind her and getting the extra view). I had an easy shot (not that I can play) and I jokingly said, “If I miss this M will take. Our contract stated that if I couldn’t get hard, we didn’t get paid – no play no pay. The tip of my cock butted her cunt lips but the shaft bent and grooved and failed to stiffen its resolve. My brain launched into distress and neurosis swamped with a barrage of fears concerning impotence, embarrassment, empty pockets, and footage out there in the world of me wrestling with my penis like a Victorian explorer tackling a giant jungle python in the Ikea version of a Boys Own Misadventure Book. .