It's just... She didn't finish because the tears started again."Amy, I did something a couple of months ago and I was waiting for the right time to te...l you. I guess this is a "right" a time as ever. As you know you are the only family I have. I got in touch with Carl Samples and changed my will. If anything ever happens to me you get this house and everything I have, it's a lot more than you think I have."She ran around the table and sat on his lap and started to try to talk but only sobs. I spent hours ( yes...I did..honest!) deciding what to take, leave behind, what would be useful and what extras to bring. I packed an overnight bag, had a late lunch, and set off on my adventure to Uncle Frank's.On arrival, my heart was beating like a drum, and my stomach was churning with a mixture of fear and apprehension. Was I nuts? Did I know what I was doing? I could stop now, and just go home before any damage was done.I headed for his drinks cabinet, downed a large brandy, and psyched. It hit me like a train, I was in a Gloryhole booth, I loved gloryholes videos. By then I had already done oral to guys but I was still new to it. At first I wasn't sure if I was going to do what I was supposed to... but then again, I was new in town and had nothing to lose. So I did what I saw in the movies I've seen. Moved the stool aside, went down to my knees and grabbed that glorious cock with a firm grip.Right as I grabbed it I hear the moan from the other side of the wall. I started. Report was as comprehensive as mine. "Why don't we share techniques as they suggested at The Exchange?" "Okay," she grinned. "Why don't you go first?" "Why not?" I grinned back somewhat defensively, realizing that, like it or not, we were involved in a sort of competition. "Well, when I first start interviewing a guy, the first thing I ask him about is the size of his penis." "A guy?" she blurted, taking me completely by surprise with her sudden question."Of course." "You've been interviewing.