I was scared so i was not talking,he said "cool i'll give the treat now at least speak something but there was something else also my memory is fading..."my heart beats were beating like a rat's he was happy singing songs, bullying people walking, I took a long deep breath and put my hand on his dick, he lost control of car and he was shocked, he was not gay and neither was i."what are you doing? i was k**ding k**" says he "sir, bet is a bet and i a man of my words" i told him with a tumbling. 'Open you mouth', and I did so, as wide as comfortably possible. He looked inside then place his heavily nicotine laden forefinger on top of my tongue, the acrid taste stinging and causing me to salivate excessively.He moved his finger in and out of my open mouth, and as he did so, he asked me to purse my lips and close my mouth around his fat finger. 'Suck it Mariel, good girl', and as I was encouraged something deep within my being told me something was not quite right, but as daddy was. “It is hard.”“I’m not him. I’m not Don. But I do know some very good restaurants. You should say ‘yes’.”Her face softened. “Yes. That would be nice.” She breathed a sigh of relief and paused a moment to collect her thoughts. “Can I tell you something. Do you know how hard it was to get the courage to invite you for Thanksgiving dinner?”“And I refused the offer. I’m so sorry. I truly am. But I’m anxious to reward your courage if you’ll let me.” It was a really tender start of a much longer. They told Chris that he wasn't good enough to ever get his own girlfriend. That tease went throughout the family and even his aunts and uncles got in on it, saying that he must be gay. A boy of Chris's age must surely be gay if he still not had a girlfriend, they teased him.That bugged the hell out of poor old Chris. Every holiday, birthday or family get together the same old 'joke' was played on him. Over and Over and Over again.Chris was a well hung dude. 19 years of age and with a reasonably.