Michael J Fox and his wife Tracy were invited for a reason. We had them over fairly often even though we had to keep up the appearance of Leo being Le...'s husband.This time I asked Mike if I could show him something in the den. He grabbed his beer and followed me with a "sure, what's up?" When we got there I asked him to sit down and we both grabbed a chair.After he got comfortable I dove right in. "We know about the Parkinson's Mike."He looked stunned and then angry "how?" he blurted "the only. WAS THINKING OF GOING TO BED, BUT NOT TIRED, SO I GOT IN THE TUB, FOR A RELAXING BATH. WELL I WAS IN THERE I GOT OUT MY FAVORITE DILDO AND BEGAN TO PLAY, I GUESS I WAS SO FOCUSED I DIDNT HERE MY SON COME IN THE HOUSE. I REALLY DIDNT NOTICE TILL THE DOOR SQUEAKED OPEN ABIT, I WAS INSTANTLY FRIGHTENED, I YELLED WHOS THERE, AND TREATEN TO CALL POLICE, MY SON NICK, ANNOUNCED IT WAS HIM, HE NEEDED TO USE THE TOILET, BUT COULD GO OUTSIDE, I SAID IT WAS FINE, I HD ALREADY SUCKED HIS COCK BEFORE SO IT. Everything was different. And I was tangled up in something. I was confused.I forced my eyes open. I was pressed up against someone. Ah. Jill. Still wearing my jacket.She was lying on my right arm. My left was going over her left arm and she had the hand in both of hers, pulling it into her sternum.I also had that distinctively male problem. When sleeping, a full bladder activates the sexual reflex. I had a hard on, buried in Jill's ass. Well, not in, between. You get the picture.I struggled to. She too wore jeans, and a knitted top with an open weave which revealed a bit of flesh. Her hair was clipped up slightly with a bobble to hold her fringe from her face and the look suited Claire who was now wearing her make up differently, slightly bolder and much more accurate and distinguished. They were able to walk to the place where they were dining that evening. A lesser-known national chain of sports bars which tended to spring up around hotels, cinemas and out of town shopping.