I’m sure he was right. When I got to the hospital I found out what they refused to tell me on the phone. My wife, the love of my life, the person I ...ledged to love forever was dead. My precious daughters, the ones I was supposed to keep from all harm were gone as well. You aren’t supposed to bury your children. No father should have to identify two tiny five year old bodies. No husband should have to identify the shattered remains of his wife. The accident was a freak thing. A dump truck driver. .."We rode for a bit more in the dark silence. My jeans were drying quickly, only damp at the seems. The night was filled with insects and humidity. I wasn't sure what I wanted more, a bed, or a shower."What have you left for tomorrow?" I asked, more to keep my mind off of my tomorrow than anything else."Oh, not too much. How's the ankle?" Dunno, it's gone to a strange throbbing numbness. Which is good, I guess. I'm sure if I put weight on it that would change. Do you do jobs for Rick. He figured,"Now is the best time" and shoved his face forward into Art's groin. Terry exulted when he felt Art's tight skin against his nose. Terry pushed even harder, and was rewarded with the wonderfully thrilling sensation of Art's satiny ballsack against his chin. Terry knew he had just a few seconds of air left, so he tried something that was one of his most erotic fantasies. He opened his mouth as far as he could and licked Art's balls. Terry had an unusually long and limber tongue and. He went and grabbed me a pair of baggy old gym shorts and a t-shirt so I wouldn't crash in my jeans and shirt as well as he changed into a t-shirt and baggy boxers as well. I went into the bathroom to change and came back out to sit on the couch and watch the rest of the game. As we sat there talking and just all around getting tanked his big ole black lab would come up and put his head in my lap for head scritches and such.... just huffing out his hot breath right onto my dick and balls.