Those of you reading thank you and remember to stay freaky. Roger’s Apartment:This somewhat happens around the January time phrase. A co-worker of m...nes had to go to his brother wedding in NY somewhere. He paid me a few extra $ for me to come by his apartment. A very nice apartment complexed gated community, pool deck, a billiard room at the works looks like the type of place I usually work at as a security or bartender. His place is on the 8th floor above the pool deck on the 5 floor. The. I had a long way to go, but I was getting there.My sexual sessions had blossomed as well. I had several dildos by this time, and I used them quite a bit. I took the time to clean myself out, usually with an enema ? 'my douche!' ? and then would lube up and begin a slow fucking with a dildo. I learned how to ride it properly, how to contract my 'pussy' muscles around it for maximum pleasure. I could fuck and fuck and fuck until I was literally dripping with lube. I always imagined it to be cum.. We grabbed a few beers and sat around talking watching the sunrise. Well, I did anyways. My father passed out before me. We enjoyed the rest of the weekend we had and waited for my mother to come back home. We never told her what happened, and had no plans to do so whatsoever. My father and I attended Artie’s sentencing, luckily I wasn’t called up to trial since Artie pleaded guilty right off the bat. I guess he knew he didn’t stand a chance in hell of getting off. Artie was sentenced 30 years. We gave each other a hug and he came in. We each had a brew and sat down he asked me where my better half was and I told him she was on a business trip. I was more interested in how he was."Good to be back in the world my friend" was all he had to say first off. He went through his many travels in Special Forces and by god he had seen some heavy shit. He then broke the news that he had left the Army. He basically had enough of the killing, he'd miss his fellow brothers but he was now 28 years.