’ (Jeff has already purchased tickets to visit mom and dad in about four weeks time, now useless.) Hanging up the phone and heading to the kitchen f...or a cup of joe, his mind whirling and spinning from sudden bad news and a flood of memories, Jeff stubs his big toe on Bev’s rocker. He spends the next five minutes whooping and jumping around on one foot. ‘Okay, Okay, I’m awake!’ He mutters to whatever gods there be. As he stands in the kitchen waiting for coffee to brew, one potent image flashes. Hold on a second," Mom said, before holding the phone to her chest and looking at me."Cory, can you do me a big favor, and get me a glass of wine?" Sure, Mom," I said, and went into the kitchen; but as I did, I didn't immediately get her the wine as she asked, but instead, listened from the doorway."Okay, Donald, we can talk now," I barely heard Mom say, since her voice turned into a whisper."Care to tell me who that girl was, the one that answered your phone when I called?" What do you mean,. They continued on up the freeway, past a variety of other places that sounded interesting, and finally got to their destination: a suburb of Denver called Greenwood Village. It was a professional class suburb on the southeast side of the city. The houses were nice, if a little on the old side, and the one his father had found seemed to be a good one. It was close to the local pool - a factor Angel would have appreciated more before the change - and within walking distance of the high. Steve looked down at his rigid penis. "Oh....well I guess..." Karen grabbed Steve's shaft and bent down towards it. Steve was shocked at her movement. "Karen! What are you doing?" Karen looked up at him. "You get blowjobs from guys don't you?" Steve started stammering. "Well yeah...but." Karen gave him a push in the chest. "So what's the difference...Just lie back and shut the fuck up." Karen took Steve's cock in her mouth and started sucking. Steve was enjoying it, Karen could tell that much.