. but I don't know how to tell you." Lynn felt the sobs coming again, and was again powerless to stop them."Come on there... hey now... come on now......" Harry crooned, his hands beginning to run reassuring rhythms along the fleshy upper parts of her two slender arms. All at once, Harry was surprised to find Lynn in his arms, cradled against his powerful chest like a daughter snuggling into her father's protective embrace, and even he didn't know how she had gotten there. His dormant cock stirred. His foreskin was starting to reveal the lovely contrasting pick helmet that would supply me with yummy spunk. My face dived in, my mouth didn't get what it wanted at this point, I just wanted to rub my face all over his genitals, smell that wonderful musk of a mans penis and the feeling of that soft, stretched skin on mine. It was only seconds until my tongue lolled out and my lips clamped onto those big black balls. Kissing softly and lubing his shaft with my spit. I enjoyed using my tongue at. Digging for it, panning for it, blowing themselves up, if need be, for it. The rest of the world was just an obstacle to them. Shove it out of the way and there, gleaming, is that gold-colored opium that they had to have.I didn’t fault them for that. They were just as much addicts for gold as cocaine or meth. There was no real cure for these two. But I was in a position to control them. So, I would let them scratch around on my property. And keep them supplied with beans and biscuits. I’d keep. "Come in," John's mother said."You're busy. I'll come back some other time," his aunt responded, and turned to leave."Carolyn," his mother chided under her breath.John stood up and said, "Aunt Carolyn?" When she didn't respond, he hurried toward the door. "Aunt Carolyn, wait."John's mother shut the door and turned back toward the couch. Her expression spoke of both shame and pain when she tried to explain, "Ella ... I..." It's about me," Ella guessed.The older woman took a deep breath and.