Rusty sat back in his chair with a huff.“Now then ... a little history. Everyone knows that World War II ended 39 years ago. Rather obviously, Earl ...and I were born well before that, and we served in it. So was, and did, Harold Watson, Harry’s dad. Somehow or other, three boys from completely different parts of Kansas ended up in the same outfit, doing a lot of the same thing. And ended up at the end of the war, in somewhat similar positions financially, meaning very well off. Harold wanted to. "Nervous, eh?" he said as my urine splattered over the wooden flooring."I... I'll clean it right up," I sobbed with embarrassment."Leave it; we'll do something with it later. Go look in the mirror," he told me.The nearest mirror was in the bathroom just off the living room. I went in and looked at myself. Around my neck was a red leather dog collar, with a metal strip that had my name etched into it. I began to cry; then glanced down at the stain covering the front of my skirt. Instinctively, I. Never took care of his toys when he was a kid. Dogs? Plays with them and feeds them for about a week then forgets about the poor things. Hell, you think that was the first Camaro I got for him? He wrecked two of them in one year. Insurance was through the roof!” He spat. “I love my son, but he don’t know how to take care of nothing. He doesn’t respect the value of things. Get what I’m saying?”“I think so.” I didn’t.“Good. Good.” He nodded and took a drink of his brandy. “Now me, on the other. It didn't take me long to realize that despite her wild reputation, she obviously didn't know a lot about giving head. Her approach to oral sex amounted to putting her lips over the head of my cock and sucking on it like she was trying to give my dick a hickey. After a few seconds, the coaching instinct in me took over, and decided to give her a few pointers. "Stop," I whispered.She looked up at me, bewildered. It was likely that no guy had ever asked her to stop giving him head before. "What's.