"Yes, you will always hold that torch high, won't you?" The somber moodfrom the cenotaph was gone. "What now?" Lunch next," Rachael said. "Then we wil... film a bit in your livingroom, telling the story of that day. It will only take a few minutes forus to whip up some sandwiches for you." I love your sandwiches," Grandpa said. "But it is my turn to treat. Howoften does an old soldier get to take five pretty young ladies to lunch?Should we go to that cafe your Mom worked at?" Anywhere but there,". Still mildly unsettled about his mother, Josh got up and wondered around the study. He stopped and glanced at himself in the mirror above the fireplace. On the mantle were several small framed photos. Several were of his mother and his father, Mat, who had been killed three years earlier in a crossfire during a rebel firefight somewhere in Central America. Josh's father had been a freelance writer/journalist. He always picked trouble spots to report on... for two reasons: He loved the. "You don't think... you don't think your dickis actually big do you!?!"I didn't know how to respond. Was this a rhetorical question? Iconsidered her statement in my mind. No, I never considered my dickbig. I mean, I'm a realist. I've seen men's penises at the gym andusually they were bigger than mine. A man like Anderson of course, hispenis was at least twice the size of mine. I felt embarrassed eventhinking about it. Anderson had a cock, not a penis. If anyone had apenis it was me. No I never. You kiss me on my full soft lips and our tongues meet, stroking and caressing. You break it off and push me downward. Before you say a word I know what you want. Suck my cock you say, more a command than a request but Im happy to obey. I sink to my knees before you, eyes locked to yours. I pull out your cock and gasp in delight, running my hand over its wonderful thick length. Ive dreamed of this moment and cant believe Im actually going to do it. I had to lie to my mom and dad to come here and.