"We agreed to follow whatever you dealt out for the time being."Bryan nodded, a frown beginning to form on his face. Where was this going?"Well," Rob ...continued. "We have observed that while you are a brilliant planner and excellent a lot of things, you're overall strategizing has been lacking somewhat."Silver cleared her throat at this. She turned to Bryan and gave him a look that he was well familiar with. It was a look that said "I'm looking out for your best interest here." Bryan had seen it. A few minutes later, the old man stood proudly and offered the flowers to his wife. As he stood there in front of her, he visualized her the way she looked that Valentine's Day church dance where they met over sixty years ago. His mind's eye saw the beauty that had made him tongue tied to the point he almost didn't ask her for a dance.They danced most of the evening together and made arrangements for him to visit her at her home the next evening after supper. Some would say they had a whirl. The tongue worked up my thigh to my stomach and played at my navel, arms slipped beneath my legs and lodged themselves in the hollow of my knees. Huge powerful hands gripped my biceps and held me sensuously tight as a body moved rapidly up between my legs. A rubbery rigid probe poked around my anus till it found it's mark. It hesitated for a split second and with a sudden lunge I knew that a hard dick had entered my young butt again in less then three days. My eyes bucked open, I could barely. His flaccid dick was held tight betweenthe fingers of his left hand, flopping up and down. I could have sworn itwas growing. When I finally managed to peel my eyes away from his memberand back up to his face I caught a glimpse of his smile. He was serious."No thanks," I said after another minute before turning and leaving.Back on the bus Eddie was surprisingly quiet, only calling me faggot oncebefore sitting down on his seat and going back to musing with hisfriends. I sat alone in my seat near.