He's not—he can't! Screw this up. It's time...Mordie scrambles to put on some clothes, and hastens to brush his teeth and wash his face. Then he rus...es to the front door… then stops. After 37 years will he leave his house? All the planning but he didn't plan on doing this. Cautiously he walked to the door as if it was going to attack him. Slowly he reached for the doorknob until his fingertips grazed it. He finally grabbed the doorknob, his hand shaking clearly he was nervous; he started to. He told me to sit on the end of the bed and stood in front of me and unzipped his flies, my whole body was trembling through excitement and nerves as he pulled out the thickest cock I have ever seen, not long but a huge girth, grabbing it with both hands I rubbed it gently until it started to get stiff,"Put it in your mouth." He ordered me.So I did, licking the tip first I could taste his salty juices taking more of it in my mouth I could feel it getting harder and harder and smell his musky. Johnny went straight to his room when he entered the house. He threw his backpack on the floor and sat on his bed with his thumb in his mouth, His mind was racing with thoughts and dread. Will daddy still fuck me every day once schools out? What will I do this summer without Daddy? How can I do the bucake thing without the football team? He threw himself into his pillow and began to weep. A light tap-tap-tap came from the door. It was Johnny's mother, Marian. “Johnny, are you alright?” She. Loni hugged everyone, and the ladies oohed and ahed over her ring.Then Loni and I danced to the music coming from the string quartet. With encouragement, our friends joined us. We traded partners and danced some more, and then our guests left.The hotel staff had cleaned up the mess during the dancing. Loni and I were alone, so we retired to the master bedroom and made tender, sweet love.The memorable evening had been a rousing success.The next morning was even more memorable but not in a.