The kitchen cabinet which held the whiskey bottles was open, and one of the bottles was on the table in front of him.“I told you that dinner would b... meat loaf.”“You also told me that you’d fix it.” He sounded like a kid about to cry.“Well, I don’t expect you to be able to cook. That takes the ability to understand a cook book. I do expect you to be able to warm up two slices of meatloaf.” She, of course, would cook vegetables, warm up the potatoes, fix a salad and serve a dessert. Still,. Bri squatted at my feet, lifting first one foot and removing my shoe and pants leg before taking the other and leaving me with only my socks on. I felt her hands sliding up my legs, my cock, already half hard stiffened in front of her face. She looked up at me and licked her lips, then made a pouty little O and leant in to kiss the top of it. ‘Come on Bri, there’s plenty of time for that later,’ Glyn said as she walked past us. ‘Let’s get mellow with the bong first.’ Bri reluctantly stood up,. I kept punching his arms and giving him reasons to hit me back, I think he noticed my crush, because he was more playful than usual. It was weird for a moment, we started wrestling around on the living room floor and he landed on top of me. He looked down into my eyes, then jumped up really fast, I realized that he a quite a bulge in his pants when he stood up. I giggled at him and his face turned bright red, he didn't say a word, just plopped down on the couch and started watching TV. I got up. .. in South Georgia? Never happen. But "Finger Popping Time" became "Finger Fucking Time" with James. Likewise, "My Girl" became "Your Girl" with all the accompanying lyrics. James was a trip, and opened a door that had never even been contemplated at home.James always volunteered to cook special meals like Thanksgiving and Christmas. His Parker House Rolls, and the turkeys he cooked were memorable, even now,45 years later. I lost contact with him, but I am sure other people, somewhere, really.