But you tolerate it because you know there's more to me. We both know when I'm putting on my masks. You know I'm a wiseass mainly for my own amusement... and for self-protection. And you know that when all my acting has played itself out, I do care! I care a lot! I know you know this, or you couldn't stand me for a minute. Neither could I." Well, I was more trusting in those days. That night I mentioned to my partner in life that I had met Tim, the fragile young man who had helped me and so many. She knew he was excited by her story, but would he be excited enough to try it out was the question. The day progressed as stuck in on wet day does, he had a bath, she made the bed, tidied up the suitcase, the pictures and the book ,not without a nostalgic glance at its pages, noting the last few pages, ones Sam, her faithful Sam, had not as yet read, and the small folder tucked in the back page of those last few pictures, that she wondered if she would ever feel able to give him or how he. “My dad says that it’s only about half grown and that when I’m full grown it will be double in size.” Helen stared at it unable to picture it at full height.Helen looked at it and Jack nervously. “Can I touch it?” she asked innocently. Jack merely smiled and waved his hand towards it. Slowly Helen reached out and touched it gently with her fingers. As she made contact the penis twitched enjoying the sensation. Helen was startled and pulled her hand back. Jack smiled and laughed. “It’s ok it. That's it boy,slurp all round that big old daddy-cock,oh,yessss,that's a good little slut" Fuck,this was so nasty,and yet I was in me element,noshing away on that smelly,slimy bell-end just like an old pro'!Just as I was really getting down to it the doorbell bing-bonged!Fuck,fuck,fuck,what the shit was I gonna do now?!"Stay there boy,don't panic,it's just a surprise for you" And before I had chance to say owt he was in a bathrobe and heading downstairs!Oh,shit,had someone seen me,and did they.