“A little, I guess. You want me to do one of those lists?”“That’s not for me to decide,” I told her gently. “I think it’s a good idea, t...ough. Even if I never see it, do it for yourself,” I encouraged her. “Be honest about what’s happened and go back as far as you think you need to. Tally it all up and see how you feel about it once you can see how much there is. Do another list if you feel you did things you need Beck’s forgiveness for. If you show us, that’s your choice. If you don’t, then. “I’d love to,” was my reply, and I got up off the couch and got on my knees between The Landlord's legs.Wow, that went from two straight-acting guys having a drink in the pool to my hands on his thighs, me on my knees and my tongue moving towards his bulge. As my tongue inched closer to his cock, I felt a little bit light headed. When the tip of my tongue touched the lycra of his blue Speedo, The Landlord’s cock flinched.Then I got to work.I worked his cock through the Speedo material for a. After my wife left and I was spending all my time working, I made a conscious decision to not pursue another relationship because I didn't have the time to devote to making it work. I am, however, human, so I admit, with more than a little embarrassment, that masturbation became a frequent occurrence for me. Especially after moving to the new house, and the loneliness began to set in.And this is where my story takes a turn.A few days after I moved in, I had settled in to bed for the night but. And his sister bought him a new phone to go with his Fire. The whole thing reminds me of one of my favorite short stories, O Henry’s ‘The Gift of the Magi.’ I would summarize it for you, but if you have not read, you really ought to. I am sure in this day and age of computers and e-readers you can find it somewhere for free. Thing is that story was written well over a hundred a years ago, so I guess all this fuss about Christmas being too commercial is nothing new. And like the characters in.