He knew me so well. Daddy wanted to play a game with me. He told me that he wanted me to try to make a man hard by just staring at his crotch. He to...d me that the next man I saw, I was suppose to look into his eyes and then slowly move my eyes down to his cock and stare at it. I was on the night shift so the hospital was pretty deserted, but it was a military hospital so there was a chance. The idea turned me on. I loved feeling of power I got from making cocks hard. I felt really. !" Jay gapingly swore, his bugging eyes beginning to burn from the strain he was putting on them."D-Do I shock you, darling?" the young wife in her delicate, girlish loveliness softly questioned, her vivacious smile giving way to a look of sudden anxiety. "T-That... that isn't what I intended to do..." No! H-Hell no!" Jay lied, his voice cracking as he continued to fill the doorway with the tray trembling like an earthquake in his hands, his long, thick length of iron-hardness rearing in his. “Not with that trust fund I set up for you. I guess I need to call my accountant and set up another for a grandbaby.”I’m picturing Evan Sevinsky – Grandfather. Better yet, I’m picturing his current cute wifey with a sudden surge of hormones, wanting a baby of her own. I might’ve just done in one of Dad’s marriages, although I actually LIKE the current Missus Sevinsky. Her name is Yvette and she’s about as French as I am Iranian, in other words, not at all. But she’s blonde and a bit more. "You're the best brother ever!" she said, and disappeared out the front door.Jamie sighed and went back into the living room and collapsed on the couch. He surrendered himself to what had become routine for him: lowering his pants, he freed his aching, frustrated cock, and proceeded to stroke it slowly and gently. He closed his eyes and moaned as he replayed in his mind the image of Heather in her tantalizing underwear, those tight, tight panties, and her breasts, oh my god those beautiful big.