“Much better,” he simply said as he stepped back. She tried so hard to close her eyes and make it all disappear. Only to open them and see her su...cculent titties turning dark purple. She let out another muffled cry when she heard him unzip his pants. He stood there beside her, his long, massive cock inches from her skin. She tried to turn her head away, not wanting to watch him jerking off over her. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her long, dark hair toward him. Forcing her to. It takes a lot to make my mother cry, you see. She’s one of those infinitely patient and resilient old souls of the South. When she cries, there is always good reason. She embraced me with a strong hug. ‘Nannie’s sick, son.’ She told me through a veil of tears. Nannie was my grandmother. I don’t have too many clear memories of her. My childhood was very stressful and distraught at times, so some memories that I wish were clear to me are not. When I think of my Nannie I have a very clear image. Her breath was ragged and she was moaning softly. Suddenly she stiffened up and gasped, “Oh Johnnie,”As she came. As she came down from her orgasm I pulled her closer and held her. Her right hand wrapped around my head in my hair as she kissed my neck softly. As she fell asleep in my arms I silently vowed to protect this sweet woman with my life if I had to.After a while I could feel her eyelids start to flutter as she awoke. I kissed her cheek and said, “Hi, sweet thing. How was your. The cook was shaving him and explaining to Anne how to do it. She was using one of Anne's father's English razors that had been borrowed with permission, and she showed the girl the angle on which to hold it and urged her to be gentle but firm when she stroked. Anne's forehead was creased with worry and anticipation."Oh, I'm not going to do it." She shook her head as Billy lifted his chin when Bess scraped down his thin throat several times and then up along the jaw line."Had a good razor,.