” You look at your shoes. I want you to watch me. I will your selfish, downcast eyes to search my face, as I was searching yours. Does our love amou...t to so little?“Obie, maybe if you weren't a radio host..?” The words come softly. I can feel the phrases brewing in me as I talk. If I can keep speaking, I have the bizarre sensation that I'll know what to say. I pick invisible lint off the sleeve of my green jumper. I can tell I have your attention, mostly because of the pause I've chosen. You. "You're just going to let that guy fuck you right here in the living room with us watching?" Of course not," spat Melissa without losing a beat or a single stroke."Well what are you going to do?" asked her friend."I'm going to fuck him right back," said Melissa. "I can't let him think he can out fuck me. Just watch the movieeee ... ohhhh!"Since the cat was out of the bag, Melissa was set free. She ducked her head under the blanket and sucked me back to life and then climbed on top of me and. "Hell no, you're not coming yet" he told me "we've got a lot more to do" With that, he stood up and sat down on the bench next to me. He leaned down and removed his shoes and socks, then slid off the restricting jockstrap and sport shorts. I could see his cock was throbbing and erect to it's full 6.5''. It looked kind of like mine, but it had veins popping out of it. "You gonna suck it or what?" he said to me, "Don't be shy" "I'm not really interested Coach, sorry" Come on Mark, lay down and. “Okay Tasha what is it?” I asked while standing in the shade, before we crawled into the car. “You knew more than you told me before we came, so now is the time to spill it.”“They are going to run some blood tests. It will take a few days to confirm, but yes I think I know. It might be Huntington’s disease. It is on my mother’s side of the family. The family thinks her brother died of it in childhood. There was always the chance I could have it.That is the reason that my father allowed me to go.