”“You’re riding in the parade with Tim, right?”“Yes.”“The car or the truck?”“The car.”“You’re in for a real treat,” her fath...r said with a grin.“Right,” she snorted. Even her father was teasing her about riding in a clunker in the parade.“I’ll see you there.”“I guess you will.”Lily had stopped going to the parade when she had turned a teenager. Until then she had gone every year with her father who talked about it as a work obligation rather than a fun family activity, although in his mind it. Damn this uncomfortable chair. My ass and everything lower always go to sleep when I do this. I need to hobble out to my recliner or off to bed so I can wake up the rest of me. Man, it is hell to get old and fat! First things first, let me print out this list and see if I can think of any other items I need. Once I have this I may call Barbara again to see if there are some rules I have to follow.I finally made it to my recliner by holding on to the furniture and the walls enough so I could sit. Relaxed. Resigned? If we, you and I, could see inside her head we would know of the war she is waging with her body. Telling it, beseeching it, not to respond to my touches. To ignore the insidious countdowns which take her closer to the edge, but never far enough, never fast enough. Her resolve builds - she will not be used like this.But as my fingers ease the zip down millimetre by millimetre, so her resolve crumbles. I slide a gloved hand inside her suit and rest it there. If you were to. In the ad was the most beautiful, stiff, vein covered, cock. That was the page I took. I seemed to be excited by thoughts and pictures of sucking cock. Stroking myself endlessly as I thought about it. Shooting intense orgams, tasting my own pre cum. I wanted to experience it for real more and more. When I was staying over at a friends house, I couldn’t stop myself, I had to touch him, I had to try. I ached for dick. I remember it so vividly. First nervously checking to see if he was awake, then.