Suzanne had departed to a high-powered job working for theEuropean Commission in Brussels and I hadn't heard from her since, untilthat Wednesday after...oon, when the telephone in my home office rang."Hi Suzanne," I replied. "How are you?" I deliberately didn't respond toher demand."Oh, er, great, actually." She seemed a little put out at mydiversionary question, which pleased me, in a childish way. "I've had apromotion since I've been here, and I'm pretty certain I'm going to getanother one. My best guess would be, we’re looking at about three weeks for significant progress, although we’ll need to monitor him closely to have a better idea.’ Katy listened intently and considered everything he said. ‘I’ll go with your recommendations. I know my brother, he isn’t known for being patient. It would be best to force him to rest and give him no other options.’ ‘Good, then assuming we can treat this without surgery, we should know a lot more in a week or so. We’ll keep a close watch on his. I was fully intent on showing my penis to mom and i used this as an opportunity.I went to her and told about the rashes in my thighs and she told not to panic. She told me it might be due to sweat and i sweat a lot these days and that’s why I am asking you to be clean. I told her its keep on spreading in my thighs and i am not comfortable. I then asked her to have a look at it before going to a doctor.I was wearing a pant and t shirt. I removed my pant and wore a towel.She has seen me many. I got some hand towels from the pile that were kept handy just for semen mop-up and wiped both boys clean. The father and son had collapsed onto their backs on the oversized exam table. They were both spent. I continued to idly play with both cocks while they recovered. Finally the father got up and started getting dressed. “Damn, that was terrific. Thanks for inviting me. I hope we can do it again. Talk about father-son bonding. I can’t imagine anything else we could ever do that would equal.