At first, I thought she was just pissed at having to measure the same rigid cock each night (although I secretly wished that she would go home to her ...husband and fuck the hell out of him thinking of my turgid cock). Later it became evident that she was not happy with both my progress and the prescribed course of treatment.One night, Dr. Redford came into my room, and as I prepared for the battery of tests, she hesitate and asked me "Jack, do you think you are getting any closer to cumming? Do. You were so sick...”He hushed me, his fingers in my hair soothing. His lips pressed kisses to my eyes, my nose, even my chin. “I love you too. Always.”The two of us just laid there together, cuddling and kissing, until my bladder became a pressing issue I couldn’t ignore any longer. As I sat up, feeling stiff and a little sore, it became obvious that my discomfort was going to be the least of our worries. Alistair rolled onto his back and attempted to sit up – before flopping back down with a. For the rest of the evening, no one who approaches me has a chance. It's like they no longer really exist. I venture onto the dance floor, trying to regain control of my senses, dancing with a girl from the office. Then.. a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to see the woman who has me so enthralled. She asks for a dance, and I think my heart will jump out of my chest. I blush and accept, not quite believing my luck. "Hi, I'm Natasha.. you can call me Tasha. All my friends do." The music slows as. They would come to my place and Toby would just flat out tell her why they were there.As planned, Toby and Missy arrived, I answered the door and showed them in. I had fixed a pitcher of margaritas feeling that a little alcohol would loosen the atmosphere some.While on our second round of margaritas. Toby said to Missy, “It is time to explain why we are here tonight.”Missy perked up and said, “I thought it was to spend a little time with my big brother.”“Well that among other things," Toby.