Not for a while."He sat down on the coffee table in front of me. He'd changed into a pair of sleep pants and a white t-shirt, almost ready for bed him...self."I took care of our reservations. We'll be flying out of Portland around noon the day after tomorrow. I booked us into the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. It's sort of on the end of the strip, not that it will help with the noise and traffic, but at least I could get a room high enough that the din might not be so noticeable." I didn't really care. We both laughed it off and didn't say much more about it. As the evening rolled on and most people left, we found ourselves sitting at the bar with just us and Jim. My wife was now good and drunk, as were both of us. One story led to another and then someone must have alluded to a story where he took his cock out. And my wife, being drunk, said "Oh yeah, I heard you have something huge in your pants. let's see". I about spit my drink our of my mouth. She was half joking but it didn't really. " Hm-hm," Terri thankfully acknowledges this fatherly advice, although she is somewhat nervous since her research has included videos of girls making faces and spitting when men ejaculated in their mouths.Dad groans and sighs and lays his hand on Terri's shoulder. His other hand strokes her dark tomboy hair as tenderly as she is stroking his hairy balls. Terri notices they seem to be tightening in her hand.Terri tries to ask: "Dyd yr yu gonn-Gurlk!", but her eyes widen as just then in the. Morning came, I went to my 8:00 AM class, and then, the usual, over to the Student Center coffee shop to gab with my friends. I entered, and there was Doc, in line, getting yet another tray of coffee. Heck, he was (sort of) dressed up today. He’d put on better clothes, and it looked like he had trimmed his beard this morning. I tapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘I’m here, one more,’ to let him know to get an extra cup. So, I went to the table and sat down with my friends, on the girls’ end.