I felt so fucking useless Jess!"The tears were running down her face as she continued. "All I could dowas sit there and talk to him holding his hand ...s he slipped in and outof consciousness. I'm sure he knew he was going to check out, and it wassuch a fucking waste, he was only eighteen... If I close my eyes I canstill see the look on his face when he whispered. "At least I'm dyinghappy, I met a Rockbabe." And then he was gone!" I passed Susan another tissue."God only knows how I got through. Art took a long swig of beer as his hand reached his balls then traced the outline of his big, swelling cock. "Nice package," he said as his zipper opened. His pants were too tight, then his belt was undone, then the button to his jeans, then the soft, gentle hand stroked him through his jockeys. Art had never felt so nervous, but the alcohol allowed his pants and jockeys to be taken off, then the guy slid off the couch to his knees and Art gasped. He spread his knees wider as his balls were. 'Looks like I will be spending my day relaxing poolside and soaking up this gorgeous weather.' I quickly texted James to let him know I wasn’t going to the office after all today and bound upstairs to change into my bikini.I loved the way our yard was set up, with a six-foot privacy fence enclosing the back yard it was like our own private little world. The neighbors on both sides had single-story ranch style homes so I didn’t have to worry about any peeping Toms looking down on me from an. There were many people in my house. Here I have to tell you one thing my dad had a very good name in society. Many prominent people used to come to our house.My mommy and daddy had three children and our grandparents stayed with us. I was the middle child. My sister was the eldest and my brother was the youngest. I used to stay in my sister’s room, and my brother used to sleep in my parents’ room.We had a maid in our house for all our needs. Our maid was perfect and she took care of all our.