It was as if, in that one kiss, our souls connected. As if we were communicating on some heretofore unknown level. I understood her because of that ki...ss. I understood her hopes, her fears, her dreams. And she understood mine. I know she did because I could feel that she understood. In that one, amazing kiss I felt ... Complete.We broke apart and I pulled away, my eyes never leaving hers, which were wider than ever I’d seen them.“Did you ... Did you feel that?”I nodded.“It was like ... Like I. I had an unmatched opportunity here. I didn't know how good of a lover I was. I didn't have illusions of being a Casanova. I was under experienced. Too much time on the bench and not enough time in the game. I watched Eden's quivering lips and deep brown eyes and promised myself. If I was going to have this many girls at my command, I was going to get good at this. I almost forgot my promise to Deborah; I kissed Eden again."So what will I be smelling like today?" I asked picking up Gwen's. About the time I shot my load against the wall, mom took her mouth off Jerry’s dick and took his load in the face. Then she did something I thought was strange. She made Jerry lick his come off her face.Then mom pulled up her skirt and lay back on the bed. As she spread her legs out wide I saw her pussy. It was surrounded by a lot of blond hair which so distracted me that I did not actually see her slit before Jerry’s head blocked my view. I continued to watch as mom called out, “Come on. Compared to what he had already endured, these nightmares were nothing. He seemed oblivious to everything around him, though would at least acknowledge people who called out to him. His parents came every day to see him, told that he was being held in the rehab facility as a suspect in the prison riot and still "under investigation" for the death of the cop. His despondent behavior was blamed on severe PTSD from what he had seen and experienced during the riot. Christi spent all of her free.