I couldn’t resist. I thought maybe one of her friends had written it and there was one friend I particularly liked that was a year younger then me.I... opened the piece of paper properly and read the words. It was not from a friend but a letter that Tanya had written her self. It was a piece she had torn out of her diary.“Dear Diary, I know this is wrong but I can’t help my self. I think about my brother, Jack, all the time now. I watch him sleep some nights and when I play with my self I picture. ’ ‘Yeah, maybe, but I don’t think it’s my eyes or my mules that you’re thinking about right now.’ ‘I’ve never done something like this before. I’m a widower and it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a place… well, I’ve not been in a place like this for a very long time.’ ‘I know. So… how about that private dance now? It’s a hundred but it’s private and I’m good. I’ll make it worth your time.’ ‘Uh, I don’t know…’ She had thrown me with her ‘I know’ comment and I was trying to understand her. His legs somehow had a mind of their own. Closer and closer he got, mesmerised by the hand, stroking, and stroking, the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Saliva was running in his mouth, preparing itself for taking his first cock orally, as he finally admitted that this was what he was. As his knees started to bend, the speed of Jason's hand, increased in tempo making him gasp in awe, as the penis got redder and redder. Now on his knees, he heard a voice say. 'Open your mouth' he obeyed, and leaned. In one hand she held a hood with some sort of attachment, and in the other two bottles of pills. She put the pills down on the bedside table and slipped the hood over my head, lacing it up in back. She adjusted the front, and suddenly a tube penetrated my mouth and almost pressed on my tongue - any longer and I would have gagged. I saw through my eyeholes that the tube extended about two feet in front of me. Janet was holding the other end, still smiling at me. With the hood over my nose,.