a long , sad whine rolled through the apartment . my tongue made a path from the nook of his balls over his fingers and up his long shaft . ice burned in my veins , and i stood as tight and still as a statue . `` my old man died like that . '' but there 's no tragedy here , is there ? `` you 're getting-you know-what you need ? '' go to the one in the middle . you need to find him , but be very careful . 