Butthen this whole previously prepared gravy baster puzzled me. HadDebbie seen this tape before? She must have. Why show it to me? She did intend t... do me, somehow, but I had to leap some hurdlesfirst?I closed my eyes to concentrate on swallowing the viscous stuff --all at once seemed the only way. I gulped several times, but stillfelt it coating my mouth and tongue. It stayed there, a film overeverything that even my own saliva couldn't penetrate! It didn'tlet you forget! . I had him right where I wanted him. For weeks, I'd daydreamed about the moment when I'd be able to peel off his briefs and devour his cock, to lovingly thrust it into my mouth until his hot, delicious liquid was deposited in my throat. "I told you bro, I'm broke." "Well.. I guess you better put up or shut up." Without another word, I dropped to my knees. We were lucky, his parents weren't there for the weekend. They had March Madness tickets, so he invited me over for a couple days to. "I will be finished with my time in a year and will not run again. I will come to see the community you and Jonathon will have developed. If the two of you do as well as I suspect you will, then I shall stay with you and become part of your community. Perhaps, Jonathon, your Janet can teach me new ways." He chuckled as he said that."Perhaps she will," I added with a humorous touch, "She is certainly capable." Perhaps you are right." He responded.We then discussed the Jacks and the Columbias and. Lesbian kids.Transgender kids. Bisexual kids. If a kid knows he doesn't fit into apublic school, he applies to ours. And it's beautiful." It sounds great," I said."It is. My ... daughter Cheyenne would have loved it. She was 17 when shedied, Cinnamon. She was transgender. And I was an awkward, stupid fatherwho never quite got it. I mean, I loved her. I really did. But when shestarted wearing dresses to the kitchen table, well, I would lose mytemper. I'm not proud of it now. But she and her ....