“My parents put me in therapy when I swallowed half a bottle of aspirin.”“Good,” I said. “I’m glad they did.”She stared at me for half a... minute.“Most men aren’t interested in damaged goods,” she said.“You’re not damaged goods, Phoebe,” I said, patiently. “Come on. Surely you know that.”“I guess so,” she said.“You had a rough go of things for a long time, but that’s all in the past, now,” I said, earnestly. “You’re a great mom and a great teacher.”She stared at me a few more seconds.“And I have. I knew he was going to make her swallow a mouthful and wondered how she would handle it. She had tears running down her face as she bobbed her head on it, getting a couple of inches of it into her mouth. He grabbed her head and started forcing more of into her mouth, making her gag on it. Spit drooled from her lips as he kept pumping it to her and I could see he was trying to force it down her throat. He finally got it into her throat and her hands flew out to her sides as she choked and gagged. My 6 inch dark tool was peeping to see if it could find a hole to hide. Poor boy was struggling to take shelter into a hole, but there was nothing much I could do to help him, except to let him dance freely.I now came to her front side, and kissed on her throat. She wanted me to take both her nipples into my wide mouth at one time. I did it, and she was in her climax already. I asked her to see my dick and begged her if she can grant shelter to my dick, which has been starving for a long time.. They both nodded toward the microphones. Tears were streaming down my face as I began singing, “Summertime, and the living is easy.”I sang, they played and I kept crying. The emotion of the past forty-eight hours was more than I could hold. They played the theme through one more time when I finished singing, with each of them taking a few bars to shine. The end of that was pure silence. Everyone on the patio recognized how emotional I had become with the song. Bonita put her guitar on a stand.