Then it became three or four times a week, and two or three beers. Then five or six times a week and five or six or seven beers.“He also started lea...ing work early in order to drink. Thank God he had friends who looked out for him, kept him out of serious trouble and kept his name out of reports.“After he retired, he came back here and continued drinking more and more. Until one day he wrapped his truck around a tree. At his DUI trial, the judge ordered him to attend an alcohol treatment. Hewas becoming famous for it. If he wasn't careful, he was going to earnhimself a reputation for eccentricity. He made a point of hailing Marciawhenever he happened to come across her on the street; it made her blushevery time."That man is crazy," Marcia said."Crazy about you is what he is." Grace waved back at Walt. "Otherwise, hemay be the sanest man I've ever known." Well. That in itself may be the scariest thing I've ever heard." He lives outside of the box." Grace nodded approvingly."He. He was still smiling, but it seemed like his smile was tighter. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, and licked a big smear of pre-cum right off the head of his dick. In the back of my mind, something was saying this made me queer, but I didn't care. I'd worry about that later.I swallowed that bit, and stuck out my tongue to lick him again. As I did, Dad pushed forward slightly, causing the head to bump first my tongue, then my lips. He didn't move away, and neither did I; I kind of liked. Then I gasped; one of the guys behind me slid his finger in my vagina! I started to turn, but the guy in front of me held my nipples, and pinched them. "Look at me!" he insisted. I did so; it hurt when he pinched me! He grinned. "Keep looking at me. I like to watch your expressions," he said."Here, let me slide my fingers in there for a minute," someone behind me said, and one finger slid out of my vagina, but another slid in. I gasped again, but kept my eyes nervously on the guy in front of.