This caused his father to shiver and pride raced through him that he was able to do that to his father. “Yes son?” he said in his deep voice. “W...at are we going to do now? Are we going to keep doing this?” His father looked at him and said “We’re going to live by each day and with figure out what we’re going to do along the way. However, I don’t give a fuck what your mother knows about this.” Pete was about to ask what he meant when is father grinned and grabbed Pete’s cock in his hand and. We worked out a yes or no system, I asked questions, he squeezed yes or no. I watched him reduced to a skeleton and curled in a fetal ball. I spent my and his last night with him and hugged him for what would be the last time. [God, this is hard... 46 years later and I’m bawling like a two year old] I went home to sleep and told my barfly wife that he wasn’t going to last and went to bed.About two hours later, my sister-in-law’s sister knocked on the door in tears. “Oh Buck, I’m so sorry. He. Cindy told me her mom was a secretary in an office somewhere.In the yard we sat at the picnic table under an apple tree. There were lots of windfall apples lying around in the grass. Cindy stood up on the table, though, and reached up to pick two nice ones for us. From where I was sitting I could see up her skirt. She had pink panties on. My hard on had never really gone away, but that made it harder than ever. Cindy looked back over her shoulder and caught me looking up her skirt. She got. Furthering yourself, your eyes follow your own body like a line. Oddly enough looking healthy. Strong actually, with no visible bruising. You pull yourself up with your arms struggling into a leaned back sit. Hands planted on the ground, pushing passed all the familiar muscle pains.Eyes meeting your feet, you finds that the source of warmth was coming from another body. Lifting your head, eyes moving up to a petite a redheaded girl looking at you curiously. Her skin bare for you to see.You.