"Chris didn't like the sound of what she was saying, as he could feel theurge to urinate the moment he heard the scissor snipping through hishair. He ...had heard his mother complain about dead ends before, knowingthat was the messy tips of his hair but he never really acted on fixingthem. He couldn't tell exactly how much she was trimming until he feltthe outside of the cold scissor against the middle of his neck and at thebase above his upper vertebrae.He tried lifting his hand, nervously trying. He looked at me frankly, ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘everything. Even about Guy and you together. She cried but now I know everything but it doesn’t matter you see, because I love her so much. That was before wasn’t it?’ He suddenly looked suspicious, ‘You don’t want her again do you,’ he said with a ‘little boy lost’ expression on his face. I smiled at him, ‘No, Nardo, of course not. As I said, we had a great time, so did she, but now we’ve all moved on. It’s great news Nardo and I’m pleased for all of. It was Mary’s special room: her playground, and became even more important to her after her illness, and the equally debilitating medical treatment, robbed her of her hair, her figure, and eventually all sensation in her body. When all she could feel was pain and nausea, she could still enjoy the fantasy. Even two years later, deciding what to do with the room was just too painful for Jake to face. ‘Come on, Carol! It’s not that big a deal! Don’t tell me you haven’t experimented a little. I have seen my share of chaser papi but you are by far the best one I have met yet. You got really comfortable and pushed me on top of you. I could see desire of sex in your eyes. You reached for my lips and kissed me even thought you were a rough lover from what I remember you always kissed me tenderly and nicely. He hugged me with one of his arms, and used the other to unzip his pants and get his hard dick out. Please blow me! You were begging me as if you would die if I didnt do it. I took.