Dana's solo had done wonders for me and now, it was her turn to take care of me. Dana looked at my condition, knelt down in front of me, reached over ...nd grabbed my penis. She slowly and gently began to massage me. Her touch was soft and loving, making a very sensual feeling flow through my body. Dana licked her lips and started to orally attack my manhood. Slowly, she began to nibble and gently bite the knob and shaft of my cock. She was getting into it and before long, the entire shaft was in. "I know it's the groom's rôle to respond to the best man's toast, but this is a more liberated age. Besides, Kenneth Carlson, he knows you and is your friend, so he might not tell the truth. But I will."Suddenly tears were pouring down her cheeks but she didn't lower her head nor was there the slightest hitch in her voice as she continued, "I have never seen anything so utterly beautiful in my entire life. Ken and Kathy Carlson, you define the rôle of parents. You have given birth to the most. Before I could come up with a witty response, she added, "Besides, how would I explain the stain from you shitting your pants?"I chuckled, knowing she had once again, nailed my ass to the proverbial tree. "Well, a guy can dream, can't he?" I quipped as I touched the button to lower the top. As the convertible top settled into the boot, the light turned green and we were on our way.The conversation wasn't constant, but we were more than comfortable enough around each other that we didn't need to. It was…power..control? Then my leg healed and I was back in my own lifestyle. Broke, looking for work, wondering what the next day would bring. The bright spot had been Amiko. Tiny, pretty, wild in bed Amiko. Smitten? Hell, more than that. I had even had visions of what our kids might look like, my Irish and English heritage mixed with her obvious oriental features? It was just an accident that I called a number in the newspaper looking for work. An accident that Darla had answered and not one.