Gail smiled back. “Thank you. I have found this house to be warm and inviting. I have no plans to leave now or in the future.”She shook herself. �...��I guess it’s late enough to head to bed. See you in the morning, Todd.”It was Friday evening. Amy had not bought a bottle of liquor. Gail was cooking supper with my help. I was actually learning something about cooking. I think it had to with my delightful teacher rather than I desire on my part to improve on my poor cooking skills.Amy came in from. The kiss was inevitable. I placed finger-tips under her chin and guided her lips to mine. As I pressed my lips to hers, softy and gently, I fully expected to be met with some type of push back or rejection. Instead, she slipped her hand straight to my crotch, feeling for my manhood.I slid my hand on to Heidi’s bare thigh and up under her very short cocktail dress. I didn’t make it very far and she grabbed my arm.“No,” she said, stopping my advance. “Not here.”I reached into my pocket and took. But still there.“Ok ... you guys explain it.” Oops ... out loud. Heck and shuckydarn. But ... explain it they did. I saw what they told Karen and Wendy did too. In living color ... with subtitles and the Directors comments running in the background.The accident ... the rescue ... the collision with the door and floor ... the mess at the hospital ... my flight ... Wendy’s flight ... it all came out while we were sitting in the folding metal chairs in the lobby of that 1950’s brick one story. So pictures of my cock sprung to mind (pardon the pun). I had seen many pictures of blokes and their cocks and to be honest, none of them actually did it for me. I couldn’t see the excitement in it, of seeing a cock droop or an erect cock of normal size taken with a flash gun in the mirror, or even a nice sized cock but with an over-sized stomach that would put anyone off. Well it would have put me off, but then, I am no cock expert. What’s the point of pictures that make a bloke look silly, I.