So on the evening in question which was a Friday night Dave had gone to the pub as normally to have a few drinks with his friends. My friends Kate nor...mally comes over and we have a couple of bottle of wine just sitting chatting and put the world to rights.On that particular Friday I remember I had been feeling really horny all day to the point I stop Dave at the door just before he headed out for the pub and gave him a quick blow job swallowing every last drop of his cum and promising more. * * * * * * * * The doctor opened his eyes after long minutes of recovery from his masturbatory orgasm which was simultaneous with the narration of his client's creative dream/ self-delusional memory/imagined tryst with his long passed mother. A dribble of white cream trickled down his gripping fingers around his now wimpy-wormy stump of a member, compared to the fine phallus of the fellow in the other chair, which also had spouted a rich and copious amount of goo. The psychiatrist took long,. I had met Scott shortly after being enrolled inCub Scouts, we had immediately become pretty decent friends. About sixmonths after we met, something else happened which furthered our bond. Itwas about fourteen months after I lost my Dad, Scott lost his. Even atnine years old, knowing what Scott was going through about killed me,maybe it was because I was still dealing with my own loss. Through ourshared pain though, our friendship deepened and for the longest time weknew that shared pain would. "That's the plan." I responded."No shit." He sounded surprised again. "Hang on."Several minutes passed and I assumed he was wading through piles of paper to tally Mary's account then, "Yeah, here it is, twenty two grand. Tell you what Jimmy if you're really serious about this being a cash transaction, make it an even twenty grand, I'll give ya a two grand discount for cash." Thank you," I responded then I added, "I expect that you'll have all of Mrs. Eldon's markers, or I.O.U.'s, or any other.