This place and this talk aren’t for Mr. anything.”What I didn’t point out to him was his cock had come awake and was beginning to stir.“So, wh...t were you going to say?”“I don’t know. Just that I want to do it all the time.”“So? Do it.”“But one of the guys said…”I interrupted again. “I know, you’re gonna go blind or grow hair in the palm of your hand. That’s gone on since the first caveman beat off. It’s all more bullshit. You can do it as often as you wish as many times as you want. Nothing’s. "Super. Did you ever play, Bradford?" No, I played football and swam, but never soccer. I doubt that I could even kick the ball."I was surprised when Cynthia said, "We'll have to show him how sometime. He needs to learn new games."The table conversation continued on a lively note and we all seemed comfortable. I quit worrying about Cynthia, as she seemed to hit it off with Laura quite well. If she was telling her secrets about our relationship and her marriage situation, I guess they were. " Georges looked part conspiratorial when he said that andpart gossip columnist. "A reputation for what?" I persisted. Georges knewwe were too far down the path of this tale to stop now, so as we sat down toeat, he continued. "I know a couple of guys who dated her. According tothem, she demands that any boyfriend of hers must be willing to down onher." I found this line of conversation so far a little silly. So,she likes oral sex. Big deal. In this day and age it is virtually a requirementfor. She sounds beautiful. What’s her name?”“Grace,” I answered nonchalantly.“Oh, stop it! You’re just being silly now.”“No, seri… seriously,” I couldn’t continue. Grace was back from the washer, on her knees, kissing my flaccid member, lifting and sucking on my balls. I pulled the phone away. To Grace, I whispered, “Stop that!” She merely gave a cheeky smile. Then, I was back on the phone, talking to Mom, and feeling the beginnings of a raging hard-on. “Yeah, Mom. Grace ended up attending.