‘Holy shit, I thought you’d sworn off therapy?’ He asked, astonished. ‘The boss of me said I should go,’ I said, hanging my head for dramati...c effect. ‘Who’s the boss of you?’ ‘That would be me,’ Becky said, coming in behind me. ‘Hi Tyler.’ ‘Hi Becky,’ Tyler said with a smile. ‘Is he treating you right?’ ‘Of course he is,’ she said, hugging him. ‘If I don’t, she’ll beat my ass,’ I added. ‘So I’ve been told,’ Tyler said. ‘Where’s Carl? I was hoping to meet him.’ ‘Work, slaving away for the man.. After we're married, we can add me to those things. Until then, I'm with you all the time. Let me see your phone."I handed it to her. She gave it a quick look, turning it on and off. She said, "It is an older model of what I had. Perhaps I can get my old phone from my father. I don't want to pay for one if we don't have to. I do want a new number." I nodded. I understood but I really didn't want to be beholden to either of our fathers.Amy said, "We will move this weekend. I'm looking forward to. I did come up with a viable reason, and hated myself for it, too.“Umm, if you do that, Sis, what are we supposed to do for excitement over the weekend?” I was promptly labelled as an asshole, and completely agreed with her comment. Perceptive little wench, that girl. But she did reach over and begin to stroke my cock, leaving me with a raging hard-on, and the discomfort of having to wait until it softened again before we could drive into the driveway again.“That’ll teach you to be such a dumb. . I'm 50+... it's gonna take more than a pretty girl and a slow beat to get me going... my dicks floppin' around in my hand like a two month old stalk of celery. I'm about to call it quits... if something doesn't happen soon I'm... oh wait... here comes another girly... and she's nasty... the tempo is quickening... the girlies are playin'... mmm... I'm back in.Sometimes the beats are tricky, the "stroke" tempo is always changing to match the music and the mood. 1-2 123, 1-2 123... means two med.