“OK then, I think we’re done. Anything you want to ask me?” I said, expecting him to ask me about the camp or something.“No sir, I mean Jon. I... have your meat in the cold box in the back of my truck. Momma put one of those fancy pies you like in there as well!” he explained.“Fancy pies?” Tommy enquired.“Barbara makes the best steak and ale pie outside of the UK. It just happens to be one of my favourites. I had to import some proper ale for her but ‘WOW’. It’s like a taste of home!” We went to. ”Erin wiped the stuff from the corner of his mouth then licked it. “Your cum tastes a lot better than mine.”Travis chuckled, “Uh thanks?” But it had been a question.Morgan jumped and just about screeched when her Mom called them down for lunch, she ran for her door and cringed when slamming it shut by accident. They could have heard that!She heard Travis and Erin walk out the door a few minutes later and heard them whispering, what they were saying she didn’t know.During lunch, she had been. It may be something quite simple that just needs a few extra days to heal."Jamie didn't look like he was satisfied with Cam's answers, but didn't know what to ask next. He was frightened. His mother was all he had in this world ... well ... until Cam came along. Now, she was sick and in hospital and no one could tell him when she was going to get better. He could feel the worry in the pit of his stomach.The next twenty-four hours were nerve-wracking for Cam. Jamie accepted that he couldn't see. "It isn'treally big enoough to call it a cock, is it? It's really more of a'cocklette' than a 'cock.' Don't you agree, Stevie? It's more like atiny little cocklette than it is a cock, isn't it?" Yes Ma'am," I admitted shamefully. "It is more like a small cocklettethan a cock." I'm glad you agree," she told me as she presented her wet index fingerto my lips --the one she had been using to rub the pre-cum across theentirety of my cocklette only seconds early. "Swallow your mess,Stevie," she.