Jack had never been one to take much notice of those people who said they could contact the dead, he had scoffed at the charlatans, conning unsuspecti...ng people out of their money, preying on their grief. But he could hear Angela’s voice, her hand holding the shaft of his cock as Emma’s mouth took the head. He came without warning, pumping his seed onto his sheets as that imagined mouth drained him.He lay there, totally confused. Surely Angela would not have approved, not with the sweet innocent. I had several of course I wanted my child but would it be fare to bring him into the world knowing he would not be healthy. Could I really handle a child with special needs? Give him the love and attention he would need. I was torn between the dream I had of being a mother and the cruel reality. My grandmother listened to me earnestly and then said there was only one piece of advice she had to give, it was the most honest intriguing thing and it made all the difference. She said ‘Jenny the. She arched an eyebrow at that, and as we talked, and held hands across the table, she asked me to consider that carefully. It might be a bit more than I could handle. I reassured her that I was willing. She said, "Well, we'll see. Now about this ignore thing. Do you want it to continue"? It struck me. She was giving me a choice. I was at a crossroads, not sure what my response would be. I looked away from her penetrating, gorgeous eyes, as she was trying to look inside my soul at that. The very sly Mr. Weinstein insinuated his fingers under the thong to test the tightness of Misty's tiny pucker hole. It was such a dirty move that she accelerated her enthusiastic slurping of the older gentleman's huge cock in a rhythm directly correlated to the depth of penetration of her sensitive brown eye by his relentless digit. She felt him starting to spurt deep inside her throat just as his finger reached the maximum penetration possible in her 28 year old rectum.Misty knew she was.