There were butterflies in my stomach, but their friendly demeanor immediately put me at ease. Very simply, Bud and Carla Westcott are the two nicest p...eople on the planet.Both remembered me coming over infrequently to work on a school project with Kevin. They asked about my parents and my brother. They said they couldn't wait to meet my children.Kevin's dad Anthony (no one ever called him that, though; when he was in the Army, someone started calling him "Bud" and it stuck) was a retired banker. Previously, theAtkin's Diet worked very well for me, so I made a decision that I would live a'Low Carb' lifestyle until I achieved the size I desired. My wife is supportiveand the results so far have been fantastic, but I digress.On a trip up to the Chicago area for a reunion, I asked my wife if she wouldlike to meet Rori. Rori is the owner of the shop that did my makeover theprevious December. She agreed and we arranged to arrive at the Arlington Heightsstore early enough to say 'Hi'. My wife. Maybe that was it or maybe I just felt intimidated and wanted to regain control. I'm not sure. All I know is that I squeezed tighter and told him that if he wanted to keep his lil thang, he'd better know how to use it. Holy Shit! Why the hell did I say that to him and what was I even thinking?This was my little brother. I couldn't even think that way about him. He must have been thinking that way of me though. Cause, his cock was still in my hand and it was near my face and before I. Pumping was done using a plastic pipe inserted into the tube and then sucking. This was only very repetitive at the beginning until a vacuum had been made and then, as always, it depended on how much your cock could stand. I used a gentle vacuum and gradually my cock was pressed against one side of the tube and my balls were pressed against the other. Slowly, they were getting bigger and the tube was getting tighter. It is difficult to explain what I was feeling at this time. The hot bath felt.