I hadn't gotten to it yet."Meredith now returned to the living room. "Mark's playing in his room. Thanks for the kite, Harold, he really loves it." Su...e, no problem." So, did you want to stay for dinner?" she asked."Thanks for the offer, but I think I should probably get going," Harold said, "I still have some reading to do. I plan on canvassing the retirement home tomorrow. I'll keep you posted."While Harold let himself out, the two women prepared dinner together. Something light and cool to. L.F fit her to a tee. And I was going to have to drop my pants for her.She was quite the professional but had a great bedside manner that made the visit with her so pleasant, even though she took four samples. The urine and blood one I was expecting as I was the sample of the pre-cum grey mucus matter, though I did not enjoy her sticking the q-tip up the tip of my penis, but it was the sperm one threw me for a loop.Masturbating was nothing new to me, indeed, it was the only reason I could keep. He helped her to bed and returned with a sad look on his face. “I’m sorry,” he said. “She’s an alcoholic, and won’t let anyone help her. Her sister’s tried, Dave’s tried. God knows I’ve tried. Drinking means everything to her. It’s really sad.”It was an awkward moment. "I'm sorry, Bill. It must be very hard on you."He just nodded. We went into the living room and watched TV for a while, and then said good-night.Sleeping in Dave's bed was comforting to me. I buried my face in his pillow and. The latest newcomers – all three-way-virgins – had been granted the doubtful honour to be passengers on the new truck’s maiden voyage (no pun intended). This lorry had been conscientiously modified to carry its precious load for long distances: from the reinforced walls of its soundproof loading space flat, on end turned metal laths were horizontally protruding, twelve in all. Each was about forty centimetres long, mounted at crotch height and sported a serrated top edge. Cruel steel cuffs were.