I felt a body next to me and open my eyes to see Tamara looking at me. I pulled her to me and kissed her. Lena came in with two steaming mugs of coffe...."Tell me I had a bad nightmare last night," I said."You didn't have a nightmare. I do have cancer. I would like to keep it a secret while we're here in Scottsdale, though." I'll try, but I have trouble hiding my emotions."I think for the first time since we had been together, Mr. Happy wasn't in the mood for any fun. I went to the bathroom and. You can stop at any time, and I won't hold it against you."Too late, I realized I'd given her another pun to toy with. Without a lost beat, she lowered her gaze at my lap and almost coquettishly said, "you won't hold it against me?" A sort of plaintive voice. The meaning made clear by where her stare was fixed."Geez, Denise. Only if you really want me to," I finally said, because it almost seemed an obligatory part of the pun. I've explained, before, that we'd sometimes exchanged. However, as a lifelong huge shooter, I kind of went through a strange journey. When I got my first handjob this was the first time I ‘came’ in front of a woman. Her name was Anna, she was my age and not that experienced but I was not the only guy she stroked off (and saw cum). I was however, the biggest shooter. I had nothing to compare my cumshot to except what I saw in pornos so I thought my ejaculation was ‘normal’ at the time. We were home alone in her house and she was jerking me off on. After a while, we slowed down and Tom pulled a flask out of his pocket. He took a long gulp and passed it to me. It was some mixture of his vodka and orange juice. It was good."I'm sure it was just the wind," Tom said.But that didn't explain the feeling of absolute dread that grew in my stomach when it happened. It didn't explain the restoration of Gorndon and it didn't explain what happened next.The house was in sight again at the top of the little hill. We came to the split in the path where.