Of course I was nervous! I was pacing around like an expectant father. I spotted the guitar in the corner of the room and grabbed it. I had no idea ho...w to play it but strummed anyway. It sounded terrible and I started turning the tuning pegs until they sounded right. My strum was a little less discordant this time but still had nothing about it that was musical. I sighed and my head dropped as I closed my eyes.Notes started to come out of the guitar. Chords. Melodies. I remembered a voice. Additionally, if you give me a return email, I may seek further clarification from you.My intent is to edit and publish this collective wisdom in a future post.By the way, my actual effort with one of these girls is already underway, to be recounted after Camp.-SD[Editor's note: as of the posting of this 2012 Annual, Stepdaddy is still accepting your advice on this subject. The collection of reader wisdom will be published as a story soon, with full anonymity for contributors unless you direct. Mera lund phir ready ho gaya aur maine phir usse dobara ghodi banne ko bolo aur uski gaand par khub sara thuk diya aur apne land par usse thuk waya. Woh boli ki bhai please iss baar dhere dhere dena ek hi jhatke mein mat daalna maine kaha thik hai.Phir maine lund uski gaand par rakha aur ek jhatka mara mere lund ka top uske gaand mein ghus gaya woh tadap uthi aur boli ki bas kar isse jayada mat dalna dard ho raha hai nikal isse hathode ko bhar par mai kaha sunne wala tha maie dusre jhatke mein. As he put out a hand to her shoulder, Tracy batted him away, wiped an eye free of a tear and walked in stiff-legged fashion back toward the darkened rec room. Mel’s only thought was, “She’s walking into the house and not out. This could be good, or really really bad.”Mel raced to catch up to Tracy, mentally kicking himself even as he threw out an offer of a glass of wine. Tracy just scowled and sat on the couch, and when Mel sat near but not next to her, Tracy was the one who closed the gap,.