Position often had her working 12 to 14 hours a day.He hated the fact that she worked days and he worked nights. It was bad enough that she didn't wan... sex nearly as often as he did, but now that they worked different shifts, he seemed to hardly get it at all! He often resorted to masturbation, using anything from internet porn, to his own private video collection as aids. It definitely wasn't as good as fucking for real, but its better than nothing.Greg got undressed and made himself a drink.. "What the fuck Andrew? Get a hold of yourself." He thought. It was too late. The image was there and the room spun. He was thankful when the game ended quickly, paying his tab he headed out the door to walk the three blocks to their flat. He was home before he realized he hadn't said goodbye to Ashley. He must really be fucked up. He knew she would assume he was feeling a bit drunk and would forgive the slip. Andrew went into their bedroom. He could feel the beginnings of a hard on and Ashley. I would be saying that shortly. I was pretty traditional and my family was traditional as well. To show Jeff how I felt about him, I decided to break with tradition. It would probably be more accurate to say I did not break with tradition, I smashed it to smithereens. As we paused at the door, my father had that big, happy smile Jeff had insisted upon. I saw Jeff waiting in the front of the room with a calm, serene smile. When the music started it changed to a huge, ebullient smile as he. "Oh, no," I moaned, surprised by my new problem. How was this going to work?Stepping into the bathroom, I took my pants off completely, to simplify things. I lifted up the cruel device and saw that there was indeed a small hole at the tip of the shaft covering. It appeared I would be able to piss out of that hole, although, not while standing up.I sat down on the seat and released my bladder. Everything emptied normally, more or less, thank fuck. I guess I had one less small thing to stress.