Having to face reality, it’s so sad to think my Dad is so very old and is on his way out. Yet, at least, with him recovering, I have some time to ge... used to the idea of him not being around soon anymore. He’s not dead, yet, just banged up a bit and with hip replacement surgery, that is, if he survives the operation, a risk at his age, he’ll be as good as new, I hope and pray. I love my Dad and don’t want him to die. Just as I hate seeing him in pain, I hate seeing him bedridden. A winter. I told them to, “Have fun. I'll be right back." By the time I got back Barbara already had her top off and Vince was sucking on her left breast. I said, “Damn, nice scene to walk into." Barbara was leaning back on the couch with her head tilted back so I went around behind it and started kissing her. Meanwhile, Vince moved his attention to the other breast and then worked his way down until he was able to pull off her thin pajama bottoms. Then going to his knees on the floor in front of her. I held his left leg with my left hand for support and worked him like no other. I was sucking deep and hard, as my mouth came up around his head my lips slightly parted and as I bobbed down my mouth engulfed him completely. I left a trail of spit along his schlong but none of it dripped off as I was sucking hard, fast and it was all building up in my mouth. 'Arghhhhhh!' he grunted as he grabbed my head with his hands. He hadn't even lasted a proper minute or two with me. I felt his body. You could have and you should have handled the situation better."I hated every word for a second but nodded after the feeling passed. Candice was right, like she had been so many times. I should have given Celia what she needed while taking care of my shit. Not interrupting Candice's idyllic new life was a bullshit excuse to hide losing my place as her lover. My insecurities hurt Celia and pandering to them got her killed."I bear some of the responsibility," Candice continued. "We've never been.