I slowly began to get the hang of it and took more and more of his throbbing cock into my mouth ad down my throat.I gagged he was so large 3-4 inches ...thick and as big as a large banana. I sucked and sucked his big tool oozed precum and at first I thought he had had an orgasm. I overcame the gagging sensation and I bobbed furiously back and forth on him. He moaned and moaned. Then he stopped and he pulled his dick back through the hole. I thought maybe he doesn’t want to cum and just wanted to. It all seemed like a blur. We both fell into a deep slumber after that and we both behaved like nothing happened that night ever since. Sometimes I try to convince myself that it was all just a dream. But I know that it wasn’t.Mom was still quite gloomy even three months after dad’s demise. I would come home nearly every weekend to spend time with her, but nothing seemed to change much. All my relatives who had supported her were slowly weaning off, leaving her to wallow in her grief by. Kind of,” she said, hesitating a moment during which I looked to see if she was twisting her foot like a little girl might. She wasn’t, but I felt it was close. “Thing is, I’ve changed my mind a little. Oh I still want boudoir photos, but I won’t sell them. You will.”“I will?”Lia nodded. “You will. I was thinking, the Leica stuff? If we use the DSLR for the bears’n’plushies then those are my shots, but the boudoir stuff? The stuff that’s not girl’n’cuddly and that’s not catgirl? Doesn’t really. "The upshot was he said he'd do what he could to bring things to an end. We knew that meant he'd tell Harry to knock it off. We still have no idea how he communicated with Harry, but the result is what you saw. Persephone back safe and sound and Harry, well, who the hell knows where Harry is."The soft knock at the door came late that afternoon while I dozed and Hebe, comfortably curled up in an easy chair on the other side of the room, continued to work on Second Shot, which she'd started as.