"I guess it was because he was drawing attention to his "thing" that my eyes drifted to his crotch. I couldn't make out his cock. But it was impossibl... to not notice his giant balls. They were by far the biggest I had ever seen, like tennis balls drooping snugly in a loose bag. I became instantly aware that I was checking out the chubby man sharing the urinal with me and flipped back in shock. Here I was with my own sweaty, loose cock on full display as well, desperate to piss. And suddenly. But refunds take longer. Rather than checking in every day, I asked Charlie to place an advertisement in the "Lonely Hearts" column of the Lansing Home Journal. "Jimmy come home all is forgiven."The library has newspapers in the stacks all the way back to 1940. Microfiche is expensive and the technology, while not new, still requires you either buy the film or do it yourself. The readers aren't cheap either.Mom, being the head librarian, had no problem with me looking in January and February of. Harold meanwhile surveyed the damage. It looked like nothing major. It was an old bed frame and one of the cross-members had come apart. The metal looked bent. He retreated to the garage for a couple of tools, and had it back together in less than 20 minutes.When he headed downstairs, he sought out Heather working at the dining room table."Heather, can I see you alone a minute, in my study?"Heather got up and walked over to him, "I'm sorry Daddy. It was an accident."He turned and walked to his. Jennifer smiled up at her."It doesn't matter. You had to do it as a pretext to get us in here.Besides, I'm just a clunky fuck puppet; not much good for anythingelse." Jennifer tried to grin but her expression was wan with pain."Shut up you dopey bonk-bot." Christina stroked Jennifer's hair, hereyes filled with tears."You called me her." Jennifer's grimace briefly turned to a grin."What?" Christina looked confused."Before...you didn't call me it; you called me her," Jennifer replied."Put her.