For a few minuets, I was in heaven. Then the hand on my cock let go and I felt a sting of the crop from Julie. And at the same time I felt a squeeze o... my balls that made me cry out.Laughing Sara said, "These balls are really useless on a sissy like you. Why do you have them?"Giggling at Sara's remark Julie said, "Maybe she doesn't need balls any more? She's going to remain a virgin."Greg said, "See cuckold, see how your woman is responding to a real man? See how se fucks a real cock?"And Greg. . had produced a bitter young man. "Trifles ... all I ever got from him were trifles" ... and naturally he spent the trifles like pouring water from a bucket.A wiser, less volatile man could have invested those trifles and been comfortably well off. John spent them 'impressing' wealthy young men and a few young girls ... who weren't impressed ... but it was always nice to be the one getting instead of the one giving.John safaried in Africa and hunted in Alaska, flew expensive planes, boated in. I sat there and mom said me to go in. All family members are here why I should go in.I questioned mom in little bit of anger (in a low voice). I then went and stood at the corner of the room. My dad started by “K what made you to fight with her? He kept quiet for some time and said its she the 1 who makes me angry. I can clearly feel that he wanted to get rid of it and says lies after lies after lie. My dad is really a good problem solver not only in family matters but in all aspects after a. I don't know where she hears all this stuff she was telling you about. Maybe she just makes it up." I saw Hans coming up the driveway driving the limo. I still had about eighty balls left in my bucket. "My ride is here. I need to go put my clubs away and go home for dinner. I'm glad we had this chance to talk. I hope we can play a round of golf together sometime." I picked up my bag, after moving my bucket over next to hers."Thanks for the balls, Kenny. I was going to play with Denise tomorrow.