‘OK, well let me ask you. Have you ever thrown a party at your house?’ ‘No.’ ‘Not even a poker game? A Monday night football get together wi...h pretzels and a cheese tray?’ ‘But I work long hours,’ Rick protested limply. ‘Have you ever gotten laid at your house?’ asked Bradford. Rick stared back in silence. ‘That’s what I mean. There’s so little joy at home that the emotional energy gets built up and built up. That energy is like molten lava. It has to go somewhere. Sometimes it erupts into. I liked that idea a lot. So I stood there as Angie started washing my tender cock. She did it so tenderly and lovingly that it didn’t hurt at all. Samantha soaped up be ass and rubbed it with her hand. As she did she made sure to smile at me just before she poked a slender finger into my asshole. When she saw the look of surprise on my face she said that I could do it to them if I wanted too. Them! Okay! Angie washed my balls and cock very well then had me turn around. As she washed my ass. "REALLY, DAD? Just because I like to dress like a sissy girl? If you can make me." MY DAD TELLS HIS BUDDIES, TO HAVE AT ME. NEXT THING I KNOW, I'M ON MY KNEES, IN THE CENTER OF THE ROOM, AND I HAVE TWO OF MY DAD'S FRIEND, PULLING DOWN THEIR PANTS, FORCING THEIR DICKS IN MY MOUTH. BOTH BIG MEN. HARD TO TAKE ALL OF THEM DOWN MY THROAT. I SUCK THEM OFF LIKE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL. AS MY DAD SITS ON THE COUCH AND TAKES PIX OF HIS SON, ALL SEXIED OUT, AND GIVING HIS BUDDIES BLOW JOBS, I'M THINKING TO. ”A strange look came over Francis’ face. “I understand, Sue. But I had to ask. It breaks my heart to think of you here with our child, and me in Nigeria. Away from you and not knowing our child. Will you at least have a farewell drink with me?”I accepted as a parting kindness and Francis disappeared to his drinks cabinet and poured us both drinks. He then raised his glass. “Let’s drink to you and Pete, and to a safe and happy pregnancy.”It struck me as a lightly strange toast, but I raised my.