“Your cock looks good from all three directions” Coach H told me. I sat down and stroked my cock again. “Now it is your turn to see my cock”... Coach H stood up in front of me then turned to the right. The coach’s cock was stiff and pointed up at a 45 degree angle. It was a marvelous sight. Coach H knelt down between my legs and stroked my cock a few times before starting to suck on it. This went on for 5 minutes or so before Coach H told me to stand up and bend over his desk. I got up. Papa hummed a Christmas song and Mama laughed and clapped her hands as coins spilled out onto the kitchen table. Both noticed that I wasn’t being happy too, though, and Papa spoke to me in his serious voice. ‘What is the matter, Raul?’ he asked. ‘Are you afraid there isn’t enough money for our Christmas tree?’ ‘No, Papa,’ I answered, and then I started to cry and told him what was bothering me. On Christmas morning, we all came into our living area after Mama had lit some candles around the. Bending her knees and getting into a more upright position, she made sure her light-golden stream didn't wet her pants as it weakened."So you looked around, dropped your panties, and stepped over the basil?" Clarissa wanted more details."At first, I wanted to go on the tomatoes. But I couldn't quite figure out how to straddle them." Amanda giggled, pulling a tissue from her bag and wiping her trimmed vulva. "You'd certainly know how to get around that problem today." Her friend commented as. Twenty years later and she still can’t control her genius brain.“What’s left to be done that hasn’t been tried already?” I enquired, thinking to myself that anything had to be an improvement over wishing her to finally succeed in killing herself.“Doc Wilder wants to examine her. Cut her open and maybe do his magic, or else give her a nice happy lobotomy. It’s all fine by me. ‘Wheels’ is the only one maybe smart enough to understand what’s wrong with her ... the crazy old guy is none too sane.