As soon as I said that I could see his cock growing again in his bathing suit!! YUMMY I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my mouth. It was a bit of a... walk yet to the car so I decided we should discuss how far we were willing to let our game go tomorrow. I suggested that maybe we bring our tent (almost everyone has a small tent) and asked how he would feel if I wanted to suck the other guy's cock. He had no problem as long as I let his wife suck his cock… of course I said it would only be fair! I. So I thought nothing further of the incident for the next few daysuntil we reached my birthday. Coincidentally it was at just this pointthat I had put my last remaining pair of boxer shorts in the laundrybasket. Actually it wasn't a coincidence. Annette meant my birthdayto be the birth of the new me but I didn't know that at the time so shehad only washed enough of my underwear to last me through to the daybefore my birthday.You see Annette suspected that I was really far more of a. "Just then a white Transit van pulled along side."Need a hand?" the passenger said.I explained that we'd broken down and that we couldn't get a signal on our mobiles to ring the RAC."Any chance you could give us a lift to the nearest pub?" I asked."No problem, if you don't mind sitting in the back of the van" he replied.I turned to Tree and gestured to that we'd got a lift.Reluctantly she got out of the car and made her way to the van.The back doors flung open and two other guys offered their. The head injuries left no permanent damage but my arm would never be the same. Scars covered my forearm where I apparently held up my arm to shield myself from impact, as well as the scar from the pins they used to save it. It was bad enough losing Jonathan, but ever time I looked at my arm it was a constant reminded of that night. —————– Mom and my friends encouraged me to date. They said it would help lift my spirits. I knew they were right. I had to give up the pain I felt from losing.