I got back to my everyday friends and started thinking about putting some money aside for starting University rather than just drinking, smoking and s...orting it all. The hangover lasted a day; the emotional boot print took a little longer to be washed away by the rain.Blokes are all soft and vulnerable inside, you know.This time it was many months before I saw D again and when I did we said nothing about that night other than fleeting references that were usually accompanied by embarrassed. If she wasn’t riding Dad’s cock right now. In his office, bouncing up and down on him, working that sixteen-year-old cunt up and down his dick. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to picture her and Dad, my blood boiling.“Fuck it,” I snarled. I was tired of this dread. This horny ache. I just wanted to get this over with.I burst out of the car and slammed the door shut. I marched through the stuffy, hot garage, my shoes smacking on the concrete. I wrenched open the door. The cool air washed. . And today ... You didn't seem to..." What man cares what a good lay wears on her fingers, right?" That's mean," I said, hurt."Shit." She started to stand up, to go away, but I held her."Why are you mad?" Do you think I fuck around all the time?" She was mad."No." You do. Fuck you." Athena..." I'm not Athena!" She screamed, trying to get away from me. "Let me go!" I released her. She started to dress. I went to her, but she didn't look at me. I knew she was ready to break into tears, but she. And grow.Soon he had a full erection and Mick started to soap it for him. The girth was too much for Mick to close his fingers around and he used two hands on Peter's cock. Rubbing up and down, slowly and steadily. Never taking his eyes off it. "Do you like my cock, Mick?" Yes Peter" Mick made a little panting noise and continued to rub his hands up and down the length."If you rinse off this soap you can suck it" He didn't need to be told twice. Mick cleaned all the lather off Peter's monster.