The depression took a minute or so to move through as Ronnie began to work desperately on my still soft penis. I say penis here, because it was as if ...it was someone else's. I felt detached from the situation. Perhaps I was going through a little more denial.Soon though, I came to grips with the end of my life. I was no saint, to be sure. I had little respect for wedding vows, but I tried to help out people when I could. I kept my promises, although, to be honest, I fudged a little on what. He is breathing heavier and humming softly. I play with his erect nips, pulling them with my fingertips, and Willy says, "Chee, my nips are as hard as my cock!"I chuckle and he does too, between gasps.I look at his cock head poking up from my hand and bend down and thoroughly lick the tip and all around the head. His cock is now well lubed. As I stroke him, we hear the "snick, snick" as my fist pumps his shaft. He is really into it now. He is gasping and humming, his hips pushing up and down. . there was this new (yet very simple) product in the retailers' ... a medium-sized plastic drinking cup with a removable lid, and a permanent straw up top (hell, some even had HANDLES ... yeah!) So it worked out that it would cost me 69 cents for each drinking cup, which I could take to the front doors of all "my girls" and deliver as a holiday thank-you ... while in the course of working out a way that I could get them naked, EAT them, and FUCK them, and likely have them SUCK & SWALLOW me.. It seemed strange that it was addressed with my full name since I hadn't used my middle name since high school. The return address gave me a clue. It read. “40th Reunion committee with an address nearby.Opening the envelope, I read the contents. The Class of 1970 will be reunited on August 15, 2010. The letter went on to detail where and when my class reunion would take place.I showed it to my wife Marsha who immediately said. “We should go.”“I don't know. I haven't seen any of these people for.