“Do you know the song ‘Lost that Loving Feeling,’ oh gorgeous one?”“Just try to keep up with me,” she said.“Here we go”... MICHAELYou ...ever close your eyesanymore when I kiss your lipsAnd there’s no tendernesslike before in your fingertipsYou’re trying hard not to show itBut baby, baby I know itBOTHYou lost that lovin’ feelin’Whoa, that lovin’ feelin’You lost that lovin’ feelin’Now it’s gone, gone, goneSARAHNow there’s no welcome lookin your eyes when I reach for youAnd now you’re starting. Susan was rubbing her hands with glee and Neville had started to undress himself. His jacket, shirt and tie all came off followed by his trousers. Adam sat against the bed watching this spectacle as Neville retained his eye contact with the boy, making him fear every minute. It was when he took off his underpants and Neville's huge 11 inch dick burst out that Adam really knew he was in trouble. It was almost as thick as his wrist and he was going to have to take it all!Neville left his socks. He came in to kiss me, without further conversation. I protested that I had a boyfriend. His response was to open his skintight jeans and pull a great big cock out. It was huge and as hard as a rock. "Oh christ.." I blurted as he wrapped my little hand around it. "Kneel down and suck it" he ordered "NO!" I said "I don't do that, and if I did I wouldn't do it with YOU" "Fucking silly tart" he said. Charming. He quickly whipped his leather jacket off, and his obligator ripped T. My mother was always a bit self-absorbed and oblivious to the harm herunfiltered speech would cause.My older sister was dad's favorite and I always tried to live up to what Ithought would make him happy. I joined cub and boy scouts, which werereasonably fun, particularly pinewood derby and earning my leatherworkingmerit badge. I was a great shot too and we did bond at the shooting range,but it wasn't enough. More often than not he was just inattentive, othertimes he just yelled.My mom, I was.