Life goes on.Distance separates.Children grow up and become independent; it breaks the parents’ hearts, but the children become separated from the p...rents.Jobs come and go.Illusions, desires, attraction, sex ... weaken.People do not do what they should do.The heart breaks.The parents die.Colleagues forget the favors.The races are over.But true friends are always there, no matter how many miles away they are or for how long.A friend is never more distant than the reach of a need, intervening in. We chit-chatted a bit and then I asked him, “You have seen naked girls before, it seems like.”He grinned a cute grin and said, “Sure have, and had sex too. Guess you haven’t.”“No and I’m not really sure what it is.”.Still smiling he moved closer, “It’s something really fun that boys and girls can do together. Men and women do it all the time.”I interrupted, “Is it like what my Ma calls ‘making babies’? They go behind the curtain even in the daytime but mostly at night. I hear some noises and I. "No, Garry ... I mean yes. Yes, I will marry you. Of course I'll marry you. I thought you'd never ask and then when you did all I could do was cry with joy. Oh, Garry, my darling, yes, yes, yes!"Garry's arms went round her and held her to him and he sobbed with relief. "Oh, Polly, I love you so much." He buried his face in her hair.They clung to each other silently, each finding refuge in the other. At length they pulled back. They gazed at each other and then Polly smiled. Garry had never seen. ‘But it IS a whopper Abigail. It goes all the way up your belly. It’s a lovely meaty thing as big as the Eiffel tower. Even Hard-dick-Hardwick hasn’t got one as big as yours.’ He always believed it did no harm to stroke a sissy’s ego as well as his stiff meat. Abigail was well aware that Poppy’s own penis was a match for his own, but while the faggot never used his for anything more than hand-games his own was the property of an alpha-bitch. He grabbed the back of Poppy’s head and pulled him.