Other parts will become saggy and baggy. Meanwhile, I’ll be eroding away with a potbelly, weight gain, liver spots, a terminal set of wrinkles, and ...rosion of my mental capacities. Life is rough and not for sissies.”Chris swatted at my arm, “Oh, don’t be such a wuss. All that leaves us years and years to enjoy each other and help each other through all the stages. Think of how many orgasms we can share before the inevitable end.”“Realistically, you know I’ll pass into the next life long before. Mum got a book on Japanese gardens. Dad got a (dead) rhinoceros beetle in a lucite box. And I got a copy of Yasuda's Treasury Of Japanese Folk Tales, in an edition with both Japanese and English."Wow!" I said."Will you learn some Japanese?" Chaz asked."I'll try. I'll have to get a beginner's textbook, though." I've got one!" Rachel said. "We'll work together." Do you think you can do that?" asked Mum."Why not?" Japanese is harder than English." That's silly, Mum. Are Japanese kids smarter than. "Can't you help him? Oh shit! If he gets hurt Pat and Sam are going to skin me alive!" He's going to be just fine," Sutton chuckled. "There are only four of the little pricks." He sighed, "Bound to happen sooner or later, I'm afraid. These little bastards keep coming around and there's no legal way I can keep them out, unfortunately. Maybe now when a few of them get their asses kicked it'll teach them to be a little more polite."Who are Pat and Sam?" Ah, his other girlfriends," Grace mumbled as. He slowly kisses my neck, running his soft, smooth lips against my skin. He runs his lips against my jaw line. I let a small moan escape my throat. I didn’t realize how much I was getting into this. Then I’m suddenly self aware. I’m slowly getting wet, I’m fighting not to moan, and my fingers are itching to find their way under his shirt. “Stop fighting your feelings.” He whispers it, like it’s a deep, dark secret. “Kiss me.” I take a step back when he says it. “Kiss me.” Another step back..