"As I sat down, I glimpsed the bathroom door partially open and watched him drop his towel and turn to pull on a bathrobe. Unavoidably, my eyes took i... his partially erect manhood as the towel dropped to the floor. He pulled the robe around himself as he stepped back into the living room and came to sit alongside me."Pardon my appearance, but Sarah Jane and her mom are gone for the weekend, and unfortunately, they have taken our car. So, much as I hate to say it, we are stuck together here.. After a while he settled on an old rerun of "Bewitched." The one good thing about his condition was that he couldn't tell whether it was the good Darrin or the second one.He was half-asleep when he heard someone behind him. He didn't even have the strength left to turn around.Someone in a black shiny outfit flitted through the periphery of his vision. His eyes remained fixed on the TV. It was hard enough trying to focus without adding to the complexity by moving his eyes.Whoever it was walked. I was twenty-five and I couldn’t believe my luck at finding someone so beautiful and caring, but I still felt inadequate. Why had it taken me so long to find someone, and why did I still feel so worthless? Why was such an awesome girl giving me a chance? My cock hung limp in my jeans, I hoped she couldn’t feel it. She didn’t seem to notice, but I was sure she could. I shifted my position, and got up from the bed slowly. ‘What’s up?’ she said. ‘Just going to the bathroom,’ I lied. ‘It’s just. What was called for was a baptism!“Wait here son,” I said as I picked up the bottle of wine and the collar.I carried them to the bathroom and left them and came back to the kitchen to retrieve our glasses of wine and carried them back to the bathroom. Then I stripped out of my clothes. “Follow me now, son,” I said upon returning to the kitchen. He rose and began to walk towards me.“On your knees, sweetheart, follow me on your knees!”It took a little time getting to the bathroom with my son.