I hate fishing. I went because my boys both love to go. So we went. Actually, the boys went fishing with poles and tackle and I went and sat on the ba...k and talked with them. Not my most favorite pastime, but it was still a good father son outing.The next week went pretty quickly. I missed a few of my kid's events, like open house and such. These could not be helped. I still needed to be in two places at once. All three kids understood though. They knew that once college was over I would. Using one hand to steady his already tight sack, she gave the rubber onesqueeze. "Mmmmmfffff..." he groaned. The donut had inflated a little,pushing his nuts downwards. "That's one..." she said, fingering thepump. "Any pain or discomfort?" She asked sweetly. His balls weretight but not in any pain, yet... His penis was rock hard now, all 13 inches,sticking straight up and quivering with the beat of his heart. It was tantalizinglyclose to her busty breasts. "No," he stammered, watching her. She pulled away driving like I had always seen her drive. She is a careful driver and is very watchful. Our drive home was almost uneventful and I would be glad to get home.As we pulled around the block to get to the house, Britt gave a gasp. I suddenly looked up and saw what looked like every police car in the city with lights flashing. When my car appeared, all the sirens started up. Standing at the front door were my sister with Dan, Missus Thornton, Mitch and Dora, and many of our friends. And though she instantly recognised him, she had to keep the urge to call out to him in check, remembering Tameris’ earlier warnings. So she watched her stepfather as he… just walked along, like everyone else. He looked… older than when she last saw him. Slower. Greyer. More fragile. He never grew back his mane, or even replaced his tail. He had some more weight back on him than when she first saw him, but… Anxiety now mingled with anticipation within her. She had been informed of his survival.