I ate at an Asian restaurant again for lunch today and my fortune cookie had no fortune in it. Now I’m worried. Does that mean I have no future? Wow..., that thought brought me from wide asleep to sound awake. What about the kids? They have just gotten their pride back after many years of being under a cloud. A medium sized cumulonimbus, to be exact. Their father was no longer a mensa dropout. My reapplication has been reaccepted after many years of abstinence. I was bored the first time around. Now David hates me. Oh, June. What am I going to do? Everything I thought I knew is all wrong." Abby began to cry on June's shoulder again."You poor dear. You must feel awful. Just cry it out, dear."When Abby had quieted again, June poured a fresh cup of coffee for each of them."Aaron looked fine when he was walking down the driveway." It doesn't hurt anymore. It's a greenstick fracture; it just broke partway, so it should heal fine. I think he's looking forward to showing it off. He chose that. ” She continued to stroke my semi-hard shaft with her soft hand as she licked my tummy. As she continued to stroke my cock she moved up, sliding the tip of her tongue from my belly button all the way up to my left nipple. She nibbled on it and ran her tongue around it sending tingling sensations through to my core. She continued up, dragging her nipples across my skin. As one of them passed over my lips I hungrily sucked it into my mouth. She let a small moan escape her lips as I worked on her. Although exactly what that picture was, I didn't really know.It was in 1972 that things began to change, although I didn't know it at the time. A friend and I were on holiday in Venice, Italy of all places. I don't why I like Italy so much, but I'd been there quite a few times before.The two of us were sitting at an outside café in St Marks Square knocking back what the Italians call beer. "Beera, big one!" was how we used to order it. Our hands gesturing to an imaginary glass about three feet.