It’s a drag. Imagine, it’s 85 degrees and you’re in a traffic jam on a bridge and the car A/C goes out. You are a 50+ year old fat man. Are you ...illing to dive into the river under the bridge when you’re not sure how deep the water is? Rivers tend to be shallow here. You won’t live long enough to walk off the bridge. Are you willing to punch a good Samaritan who’s trying to keep you from “suicide” because they don’t understand that if you don’t cool off immediately you will die? Life can be. Grant was keen to come with us and so tickets were obtained as well as flights. At an exorbitant rate, we managed to secure four twin rooms not too far out of the city centre and before long, the weekend had come.I had been like a love struck teenager since I realised I would be sharing a room with Grant. No one, but no one, was getting that privilege, but then, no one was much interested who they shared with other than me. I masturbated nightly on the build-up. I wondered if I would see his. She quickly had his belt and pants loosened and pushed to his knees. She fished his hard cock from his boxers, kissed its head, and took it deeply into her mouth. Though his cock was only average in size, Susan gave Dean Malcomb the best deep-throat blowjob he had ever gotten. “Susan, I going to cum.” He warned. She simple nodded her head and pushed his cock even deeper down her throat. She took the first two pulses of cum down her throat before pulling back and sucking the rest into her. My Father was usually unable to hide his displeasure with my decision, though he tried.But he didn't know what to do, how to look or how to act when I told him about the concert. He had tried for years to get me interested in classical music and I always told him I wasn't going to listen unless it was accompanied by a cartoon.Should he now be pleased, or distressed? It gave me a warm feeling.Jeff's family was expecting us at five and that's when we got there.Sandy came over to me and gave me.