The first two were just girlie mags with pictures of women gradually getting naked. The next couple had people having sex and Sue had placed stickers ...ext to various photo's saying things like "must try" or "done that". Finally the last two magazines were just full of lesbian photos and I remembered what she said about her and Jenny.I had been looking at the magazines for a while when the phone rang. I went into Dads room and answered. It was Sue wanting to know if dad was home. I told her he. She wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a week when I was done with her. I brushed her hair away from her ear, pulled down on her ear ring like a ding dong bell and said, "Are you a sailor?". "If you are my captain" She muttered already bending half way down groping me from on top of my pants. I kept pulling down on her earring till she knelt in front of me on the deck. It had been another hot mediterranean day, the mahogany highly lacquered deck must have been very close to inhumanely. He was now completely helpless, unable to control any part of his body apart from his eyes, he could still see but even these could cease to function at any time. He prayed for death to come soon and relieve him of this torment, what good was he alive, to himself or anyone. If he could move he would have thrown himself from the window, he was 4 floors up but he was not even capable of suicide. There was only one thing that kept him sane. Everyday the nurse would wheel him towards the window to. He was wearing a black biker cap, sleeve less black leather vest, black leather slacks with the crotch open and a huge dick hanging down. .All I could do was stare at his huge dick. When I looked up, he motioned for me to step inside the room. I knew I should keep walking toward the front door and leave. Somehow I found myself walking inside the room. Once inside the room, he closed the door, said he had been watching me for sometime and knew what I wanted. He called me a faggot and said I was.