...Musings... As I kneel at the edge of the bed contentedly lapping up what's left of my Ladys' nectar, I keep thinking how lucky I am to have met and... serve this wonderful woman. She is by no means an angel and without fault. She is not blessed with patience, as everything about her seems to be done at top speed, leading to lots of little mistakes in her day to day vanilla existance. I find this aspect of her to be endearing if a little irksome in my, "place for everything and everything in. She can't find her new balance. She'll never be the same but she tries hard and sometimes still hits it."Sarah stood in the corner ready to try again."You pushed off too early," said Coach.Sarah nodded and tried again. She sprung forward and landed on her back."Too late that time," said Coach. "Keep trying."I think I'd be crying for my mommy after those two spills but Sarah got up without any expression. She pulled the back of her suit out of her crack which got my attention. I looked around.. A few seconds later we were off to the races. Now I have to admit, not having driven any type of car before I was pretty pathetic at the beginning. Scott started behind me but it wasn’t long before he passed me. I struggled around the track learning to steer and when to slow down or speed up. Even Sherri passed me up. It wasn’t too long before Scott even passed me. Soon the race was over and I came in second to last only ahead of one girl about 9 years old. Mike laughed at me but helped. At 5’ 11” I am a couple inches taller than dad and am not balding either. I am a larger than him as far as bulk and stature and according to mom other areas as well. I am not hung I don’t think so I am guessing dad is really small. My cock is a fraction less than seven inches hard and only about as thick as those cardboard tubes that paper towels come on. In fact the only reason I get any sideways looks in the locker room is because of my long foreskin that mom claims she fought to keep and is.