That might reinforce his belief that there really was something wrong with him. No, this was an extremely delicate matter and it needed the touch of s...meone who knew exactly what they were doing. I was pretty sure I knew the right person; the problem was how to broach the subject.About two years after my wife died, we had a block party in our neighborhood with a bar-B-Q, stickball, volleyball and we even hired a small combo and laid down a portable dance floor. It was a great party and, as far. Easy peasy. Shoes and jeans off, sport shorts and shoes on. What could possibly go wrong?After I pushed the seat back, the removal of the shoes was done quickly as expected. I opened the jeans, pushed them down, bend over quickly to pull them over my feet and straighten up again.The older woman, 50 to 60 years old she might have been, who just came out of the gym was hot. Very short trousers and only a sports bra made sure that I could admire her beautiful body. Her pale skin, her not so flat. ---------------------------The game started.Ken went first and threw a 2 and 4 and spent 30 seconds eagerly rubbinghis closed lips into my armpits. I guessed from his behaviour that Kenhad been through this before and was determined to win as he wasextremely willing, in fact they had to tell him twice that his 30 secondswas up and he must stop. Also his hands stroked my chest as he did it.I then threw a 6 and 1 and spent the next 30 seconds sucking on andtonguing in between his toes. The girls. It wasn't an enclosed bathroom, just a shower head above the floor drain with a rubber mat to stand on. I put on my shower shoes and headed downstairs in my robe.Just as I was getting under the shower gramps came down. "Why is there a dixie cup and piss in the tub upstairs?" he demanded. Oh shit, I forgot to clean up my mess! "Well, I, Uh" I stammered trying to find an explanation. My face was hot and flushed with the embarrassment. "Look, he said, I saw you through the window. It's okay to be.