And I could be wrong.Most of the days I slept. I didn’t really know mycondition, it didn’t really matter ’cause there wasnothing I c...uld do about it. Sometimes nurses or doctorswould come in and adjust something or replace an IV-bag.Then one evening – I think it was evening, anyway – Ihad a visitor. A small girl, 5’5″ or thereabout withlong, blond hair wrapped into a bunch. She was slender,appeared to be a little anxious. I wondered what shewanted, but. Feeling her body move gracefully as my hand held her waist sent an electric charge up my spine and a tremor into my groin."I have a feeling it is going to be a very interesting journey, " came my reply as I slid in beside her. "Would you like to join me in finishing this bottle of wine, or can I get your drink freshened?" Thank you, I think I'll stick to the Vodka since I've already started down that path."I could tell she was feeling the effects of her second drink since she was very relaxed.. I pulled at my cock, and with some troubled pulled it from it's confines. It popped free and arched out from my boxers. My daughter gasped, her eyes opened wide and she froze. I almost chuckled at her reaction."Don't worry," I said as I stroked my half-hard meat, "it gets bigger, just wait..." I chuckled to myself. Her eyes were locked to it as it lengthened and continued to swell with blood.Both of my hands covered her small tits and squeezed them, and she struggled against me again, but my. The doors to the grand ballroom were open. We could hear some music and buzzing conversations. We walked in and were greeted by all the classmates. There was a small band playing and people were dancing. The band was playing hits of the graduation year, country classics and few swing tunes. The six of us went up to the bar and ordered drinks. We found a table beside the dance floor. Jim asked Joan to dance. The song was "Cowboy Take me away." Joan melted into Jim's arms. They swept around the.