Regret ... love ... hate ... fear, Papa said that a truly talented vocalist could cause their audience to experience any emotion they wished. My Papa ...taught me to sing, but it has been many years since I trained with him. It has been many years since I could hear the music. When Papa died, I could no longer hear the music and I could no longer sing.He took her hand in his and kissed it gently."You need not speak of it if it is too painful..."She quietly silenced his words with a determined. I lifted my left stockinged foot and tapped his nose playfully. "My feet won't get massaged by themselves, honey."His face ruby red, he stuttered yet again, "S-s-sorry Mom." He nervously grabbed my left foot and began to tenderly massage my foot. In seconds, I felt his member grow underneath my right leg. I couldn't resist smiling knowing what I was doing to my son.I opened my legs slightly, not enough to be slutty and let him see my panties, but enough to get a glimpse of my stocking tops. We. The taste of her pussy filled my mouth.At the same time she started on me again. Her body was writhing around on top of my and Icould feel her getting into it. I could feel she was starting to clench. Having her warm tight bodyon top of mine was amazing and the feeling of having her eat away at my pussy was too muchand I came again.I wanted to make her come real bad, so I sucked on her clit as hard as I could, pushing my faceright into her crotch. She was getting really worked up. “Put it in my. How are things with Jessica?”“That reminds me, we have our counseling sessions with Doctor Green on Wednesdays. Should we cancel this week?”“Yes, I think so.”“OK. Jess agreed to be friends with Kara and me, talk to us, and to spend time with the kids and the rest of the family. At the moment, I think that’s the best we can do.”Al sighed, “Probably. Is she going to her counseling?”“Yes. But I don’t know how much good it will do until she lets someone through that armor she wears.”“One step at a.