I had other plans. That Saturday, my boyfriend, Jason, was coming over for the night. He told his parents we would be 'studying' for upcoming semester...finals. As if! We fucked and sucked all afternoon. After the sun set, we went skinny dipping, and had sex on the pool's edge. Jason was my favorite lover, but not my only one.No, Jason wasn't my first BBC. Jason was the cutest blue-eyed, blonde twink in my high school. And he was hung like a horse. Fucked like a machine.Among the folks at our. "You won't remember but I saw you both running to the bathroom a few years ago and Dad, you were definitely turned on!"My Dad looked pretty pleased with himself at this point and my Mum, thanks to the drink, let out a really dirty laugh. "Well son, my Dad said, if you have got it. flaunt it!"I knew what he meant and my memory told me he certainly 'had it!At this point the room went pretty quiet and my Mum surprisingly asked me, "Well what did you think of Dads erection?? I didn't quite know. Next she headed into George's room. Now George was a whole different matter.George was 44, in overall good health but had come into the ER with crushing chest pain a week ago. The heart attack hadn't been bad, but had required some intervention - a stent. He had come to her unit because the floor was full. Six hours after his cath, Rita had pulled his sheath. This required about 20 minutes of pressure on his femoral artery in his groin. She usually paid no attention to the other 'equipment' in. He stands facing Tania, and every now and again his hand casually drops below the bar. Each time he brings it up, he pretends to stroke his thin moustache – but his flaring nostrils give him away! After a while he no longer bothers to remove his hand from whatever it was up to. I begin to get steamed up imagining what he is doing with her. With a poker face, looking at the TV, he begins to get suggestive – In the block hole…that’s a tight length….now that is what I call a sticky wicket – veeery.