Ellen and I poured all the drugs and pills down the toilet with hatred in our veins about the damage the addictive substances had wrought in our inten...tional family. Afterwards, we cried some more. That was the day I found out that, like me, Ellen blamed herself for not intervening in some way with her sister. At least we found company in our misery and self-blame.Terry coaxed me back to work after a month, slowly at first. He eased me back into singing and rehearsing, having me work with PJ on. In early November, one of the VCRs broke and I had to replace it. I waited until a weekend when Gena had taken the two kids to visit her parents for the day. I had never gotten along with her mother, so I normally stayed home just to keep the peace. I went to one of the local electronics stores and purchased a new VCR. Taking it home, I opened the hidden panel in the closet of my office and replaced the machines. After I pulled it out, I found two tapes that I had not seen before. I set these. Her pussy glistened in her juices. I watched her ass and pussy flex and twitch as she swayed. Then I kissed her cheeks and licked up her wet crack. Mom shivered, her pussy oozing more juices. I licked up and down her pussy, probing inside, then sucked gently on her clit. She moaned and rocked her ass back and forth.Her pussy was really soaked. I pushed two fingers gently into her and licked her asshole while pumping my fingers into her pussy rhythmically. Mom's asshole relaxed as I probed it. More for herself than for the boysShe exercised her flairFor fashion that exposed the mostOf tit and derrière.The maids were young, sixteen at most,Each one exceeding fair -All day the boys would stare at themAnd wish that they were bare!At night they'd lie abed and thinkOf this or that young goddess,Of tender flesh that almost 'scapedFrom tantalizing bodice.Each in his bed would clench his teethAnd struggle to resist;But being just a boy he'd thenFind heaven in his fist.The maidens, too, knew.