My son appeared in the doorway a moment later. “Oh there you are son!”, I said. “Donna, this is my son Brian. Brian this is our new neighbor, Do...na. She’s just moving in and is going to be teaching at Horace Mann.” “Oh nice to meet you, Brian!”, Donna said and smiled. She went over to him and gave him a hug. Brian seemed to be taken aback by this, but he still smiled and said, “You too. I gotta go, Dad. Thanks for letting me go. I’ll see you tomorrow, OK?” “Ok, son. Have fun. Oh when are you. Mission Accomplished. I came to the bar and did the obligatory introductions. My eyes lingered on the three guys tanned bodies. One had a towel on, the other a red Aussiebum and the third had square-cut Andrew Christians. All of them openly flirted and were pretty touchy. The aussiebum was the most attentive – even running his hand down my pecs and abs…stopping at my waistband.Just then the gate opened and Jessie came in. He still had his khaki pants and shoes on, but his uniform shirt. Doc knew the booze was bad for him, but he was addicted to it as much as he was to a deck of cards and the feel of a fast woman’s flesh squirming under his greedy weight.He had reached a point in his life where he didn’t care if he won or lost in a game of chance. His goal was to risk his life and his fortune on the turn of a card or claiming a sweet pussy for his own tingling pleasure.The whiskey was a curse and that was a fact.His mama was a strict religious woman and instilled in him the. At this moment I felt my dick harden. I now understood, I thought but then I asked, “What does she want that dad won’t do?”“You’re too young,” she said as she hugged me.“I’m not too young,” I insisted. I could feel my dick get even harder.“You are too young,” she said with emphasis on the “are.”“How am I too young to know what dad won’t do?”“You are not going to get me to tell you,” she insisted. All through our conversation mom and dad had been yelling as they had been before but now we.