As I got halfway down the stairs I heard some low talking and it was my mom and dad. They were talking rather low and of course this got my attention ...nd I stopped to listen what they were talking about.The words SEX and Josh caught my attention. Josh was my younger brother's name. He is three years younger then me. I slowly worked my way further down the stairs and made sure not to make a sound doing it.I heard my dad tell my mom Josh would never be able to have kids and after the operation he. Things were quiet. It was now time for the folks from Landers to start arriving. Charles Anderson was acting as host for the Landers contingent.Berthold flew in on a commercial flight. Jam and I picked him up at the airport. He and I kissed each other’s cheeks. Then, Jam drove to Charles’ house where there was a small dinner party for him. Jam’s parents were there. A friend of Charles was the current chair of the church’s trustees. He was there and Berthold and he would talk about security.. But the other night no such luck. His dick didn't rise one little centimeter. What is up with that? I don't know what to do. I have tried talking to him by asking him if he is stressed, or if he is no longer attracted to me. I am too afraid to ask him if he is cheating. I do not want to know the answer. So here I am sitting at the edge of the bed at 11 o'clock at night and I am feeling extremely blue. When I am feeling sad like most people I tend to turn towards comfort food. Waffle House is. “We'll talk later, then!” Sarah spared a glance to the alley, checked the door once more. Once she was sure her way out was clear, she straightened out her blouse and vest into their most flattering configuration and started towards the Primrose once more. After all, she had a date to keep. Ten minutes later the bell above the door jangled as she entered the redwood trimmed tavern. It was an expansive place furnished in plush velvets of deep maroon and lined with gold filigree and hosting a.