Then came masterbation week. i learned about masterbation, what is was and how to do it. After that my whole little world had changed...I could not s...op playing with my little tiny dick until i came my own sperm, a few droplets which was never much. I fantasized about the cocks in the locker room, just remembering all of them during my pleasure fest. It was the really big fat ones that i thought about the most. i just wanted to kiss, lick and suck all those big yummy looking cocks, trace the. Sitting on the porch with our coffee, Marge threw me a curveball that had me struggling for an answer. ‘I don’t know what went on between you and Petey when he was here, but you’re like a new man…it’s good to bond with your son!’If she only knew!!…or did she?‘He’s going through a tough time emotionally, Marge. He was really strung out when you were away. He confided to me that he thought he might be gay but didn’t know how I would. ”“He’s a good man, and can use all the help he can get. Have you met his son, Michael?”“He has a son? I didn’t know he’s married.”“Jane, his wife was killed when Michael was four. Eric, or Tom, was in the Marines and had to come home to care for his son. In uptime, he owned a gun shop on this side of the Cooper River.”“How’s she killed?” asked Janice.Trying to explain things in downtimer terms, Grant said, “A man drank too much and was too drunk to drive his carriage. He ran her carriage off a. Your hand moves to the side of my face, gently holding me still as we savor each other’s taste. The kiss becomes more passionate, lips and tongues grinding, our wet moans now audible. At last it becomes unbearable, and when your hands move to my sides, I lower myself slowly to you. My hands and arms sliding around you, ever tightening as you feel my weight. I roll to the side, pulling you with me and against me, our legs intertwining as we struggle to press against each other, not wanting the.