Way out of chronology, my eyes dropped toward her mound only to observe the area bathed in moonlight, void of any hair and shining as if polished. The... message and the visual suddenly came together and I gasped, my cock twitching at the reality. I then realised the picture I paint for her as well, naked, cock jutting out, washed in the rays of the moon. When meeting her eyes I realised she had long since gone past the part of reality and only need remained in her pleading eyes. Her legs could. You see, all I'm doing is comparing my mother's incredible degree of love for my father with her capacity to give love. You see, you two are exactly like my parents. For example, Mrs. Carlson is holding your hand, but I don't think she even knows it. Why? Because she needs to, in the same way my parents do. Just look!"Hank Conroy jerked up with a start, realizing that she was gripping Jim's hand hard. My God! Sam's right. I do need to hold him. She was going to self-consciously let go of it,. "Daddy, I forgive you for anything I've held against you," she said to Gerald. "I'll always carry my scars just like you'll always have yours, but it's time for both of us to move on."He gasped out a cry and covered his face again. "Sweet mercy," he murmured.It was impossible to avoid being caught up in the moment. Jason rubbed his eyes with one hand and continued to touch Di's back with the other. Gerald sobbed with relief as Di squeezed his crippled, scarred hands in hers. In the silence. I was really looking forward to this particular holiday, partly as a reprieve from the stress of exams but also because it presented a great opportunity to check out some bulges up close. I also saw it as the next step in my developing adventures as a freeballer, something I picked up whilst looking at cocks on tumblr. I was already spending days out with friends sans-underwear and would do the same around the home. Whilst packing for the holiday I made the decision to not bring any underwear.