He paid us a farewell visit in the early Fall. He smiled and saluted me when he left our house, bound for Fort Hood, Texas. By December he was killed ...n action.My future step-dad had little interest in my activities. His name was Anthony. Mom called him Tony. He was a dark haired, virile, handsome man. I disliked him somewhat; he had a deep and relatively loud voice, very different from the softer voices of all the aunts around me, different from the breathy Italian quality of Uncle Johnny and. Frank responded by focusing even more on his studies.His admission to an Ivy League school at fifteen was a cause for intense pride in his aging parents. To Frank himself, the college was a shock. No longer a star pupil, he was now surrounded by new freshmen just as bright, many of them also child prodigies with impressive scores and college-level courses under their belts.Frank got used to the college life. Taking a heavy course load, and testing out of a number of required classes, Frank was. Whatever had caused it was irrelevant. It was a problem that had to be dealt with, and Ricky didn't look back for a second once the decision was made to have surgery.I'll be honest, though; we were scared. Up to that point, our lives had been a fairy tale, and now suddenly we were confronted with a mortal crisis that could take my Ricky away from me.I've never felt more alone in my life -- notwithstanding all of the family, friends and clergy that were surrounding me -- than in that moment when. This sounded like a fine idea! I dismounted Lisa and lay on my back. Before anything else, though, my mother insisted on sucking deeply on my cock, slurping off the cunt-juices and the pre-cum. "All yours," she said to Lisa once she'd finished sucking.Lisa mounted me and sank her hairy cunt down onto my cock, her slick cunt-lips clasping the base of my prick, my cock-head buried right in her womb. She then began to happily bouncy away, her hands on my chest as she rose and fell, her bum-cheeks.