He wanted me and I was making it plain that I wanted him as well. I was very sad inside and looking for ways to be healed. There was food in a silver buffet and I was hungry, but it didn’t smell very good and so I had a glass of water. “He’s buried next to his wife,” the man said loudly. The man’s cock was uncircumcised and I used my lips to peel the already stretched foreskin back enough so that I could lick the head. Grab the bowls. I missed the attention and those boys would never substitute for my Master, that was impossible, but just to feel their hands would give me some small measure of comfort perhaps. “Are you okay, Dare?” he asked and I didn’t know what to say. “He was my dad and I didn’t even know he was married.” The man looked me up and down.
