” I smiled. She was watching. “Perfect.”“Son,” Dad said solemnly, “we raised you the best we could. We stood by you the first time, even t...ough we thought it wasn’t right for you. I hope you’ve grown.”“Dad, I didn’t find this one at a college mixer. We WORK together. She shoulders the load at work. It’s like we’re meshed.”“Bring ‘er down, son,” Mom said. “We’ll be happy to see the two of you...”“Good. WE want to talk with you about our wedding plans while we’re there.”“You already have plans?”. Some wit had dubbed it the Reverse Bermuda Triangle Effect.Morrison was an involuntary test subject. He had been demobilized and shipped back from Saigon after spouting off to his commanding officer in a drunken outburst that there was no way in hell the "police action" in Viet Nam could be won. It was LBJ's fucking war, Morrison had said, and he could damn well figure out a way to clean up the mess he'd created. Hastily bounced from the combat theater and threatened with brig time and a. The next day, Thomas was about check out of the hospital. I was in doctor mode as I helped him with some paperwork. I gave him my phone number if he wanted to call me. I advised him to rest, go to rehab, and try not to do anything strenuous to himself. He gave me his number in exchange. We smiled at each other a bit as went on his way to recovery.Four to five weeks later, I had just came home from work, getting ready to enjoy a quiet evening in my loft apartment in uptown Toronto. The doorbell. I was loving it all, to extreme passion. She made me sit in doggy position and took whole of my dick in her mouth and was showering all her saliva with scuppering sound emanating out on my dick making inroads inside her mouth. It was my turn now. I decided to pleasure her for what she did to me. I took her in 69 positions and started eating her pussy and the wet salty juice. The cocky smell of her ass was intimidating, as I have a fetish for ass and anal hole. We continued for some time without.