"Come here," I said, patting my lap.Lori met my challenge and moved to sit in my lap. I scooted toward the edge of the couch and pulled her high. I sp...read my legs and pulled her legs to the outside of mine. She locked her ankles around the back of my legs.To Marie, I said, "Now, pretend to give me a blow job. Let her see what it looks like."Marie smiled and moved, kneeling between our legs. She started to bob her head in my lap. Everybody was laughing.At first, I had my hands on Marie's head,. She often dreamed of her father coming to her in the night, but he was reduced to the size of a boy, a very small boy almost as small as an infant. His head was bloodied and disfigured (he had died in combat on Okinawa from head wounds). He would plead for help, but when she rose to go to him she saw the rest of the house was filled with more like him, thousands of them, moaning and reaching for her. In the dream her mother made tea, oblivious to it all and apparently deaf and unable to hear,. ." she begs: "We have nowhere to go, and my sister is very sick. We're freezing and I don't know what to do."Author's note to readers and writers: Hi! Thanks for checking out my story. It's my first erotica/romance story, not just publicly, but just in general. It's also the first time I write fictional prose in English as it is my second language, but I think I write English well enough for these questionable purposes. If there are any spelling and/or grammatical mistakes that you think are. And we love you. That's all that matters. Let's forget the other thing ... make believe it never happened. I just want you the way you were. I miss you."Mary stopped crying and looked into her son's face. A half smile appeared, and then she clasped his head between her hands and planted many kisses all over his face. When she stopped and saw the embarrassment on her son's face, her smile broadened."Thank you so much. Do you want a snack?" I already had it." Oh. Good. Now go to your room and.