Wallace had always been puzzled by men who claimed that they couldn’t tell if another man was good-looking. Wallace had always viewed this ridiculou... macho façade with suspicion; he always believed it was a feeling of guilt that many men harboured for having touched another boy’s dick in their youth.After a tasty dinner, Wallace made his way to the patio, because Wallace was one of those social lepers who still smoked. Shortly after, he was joined by Riley who appeared to suffer from the same. But when he's at home, I need permission to readjust my bra, or to get my panties out of my ass! Well maybe not that bad, but I'm not allowed to masturbate without his permission, and he was sound asleep right beside me. Biting my lip and squirming, I wondered whether rubbing my nipples against the silk sheet covering us constituted masturbation. It felt so nice. I squeezed my thighs together. God, I was so wet I just had to check. I felt so used. Just gently, I touched myself and all I felt. We’re going to need some for the rest of the lesson.” Then he stood, removed his robe, and strode to the bed, carrying the cruet of oil. I followed, losing my robe as well. Marty stretched out on the bed on his back. “For this next part,” he said, “I will need to be very hard. Are you ready for the next step?” “Yes,” I replied. “Good, then I want you to lube my cock with the olive oil and bring me to the edge.” Well, while it had been decades since I had last beat Marty’s meat, this part would. “More, actually. It’s not for sale. We’ve been here over two hundred years. This isn’t just our business, this is our family, this is our heritage. It’s more than just me, and when it’s his turn,” he said, pointing towards his son, “it will be more than just him. No, I wasn’t going to sell.” Then he grinned. “Besides, do you know the margins on good whiskey? I don’t need to sell this place to make money!” He laughed and the others joined in.“So, what about Jacob?” asked Jenny.“Well, like I.