I’m fifty-five now. We call each other all the time, though we only live twenty miles apart. We talk about the gossip, the best TV shows, just anyth...ng a brother and sister would talk about. We tell jokes, dirty and otherwise. Nothing too amazing about our relationship.Her husband had recently passed away. Well, not very recently. Over a year ago. She had begun to drink a little heavier than just casual. Calling me several times in the last year to cry on my shoulder on the phone. “How do you. No,” Lizzie mumbled.Amanda smiled at her while she stripped off and lay down between me and her.“I think you should too Derek,” said Zann, kneading a meaty thigh, “and give Lizzie a look at a cock. That’s only fair really.”It didn’t make sense but Lizzie wasn’t objecting, or even looking in fact, so I slid my trunks off. Zann and Saffie finished oiling their limp friend and lay down one either side. Zann started a girlie conversation about one of their teachers and Lizzie gradually joined in.We. ”Susan choked, “Can’t even wrap one hand all the way around it, too ... It’s wonderful...”Denise went on, “Gals, if you feel his groin start to tense, he might be close to cumming, so remember this trick: squeeze the head of his cock hard, you’ll push the blood out of the head and the cock’s upper end for half a minute or so until you feel his tension relaxing. Guys, when she squeezes, try to keep relaxed and continue your deep breathing. Try that—see what happens.”The guys grunted as their. ’ Jay knew that he was that piece of self-will, that little tiny part of him that still resisted. Part of him wondered if he wasn’t still under Matilda’s control, if this room wasn’t the illusion and the real him was naked in Matilda’s bedroom, talking to her…but then he took a sip of his instant coffee and grimaced. No illusion could taste that bad. But the memory continued to unfold behind his eyes. He was hearing himself speak to her with free will for the first time in a year. ‘…feels.