She then started to suck my cock. Her teeth scraped my shaft and my head. She tried gagging herself so much she almost threw up on me. She removed the... cock from her mouth and climbed on to the bed once again. She spreaded her legs apart and inserts my cock in her pussy. She started fucking like a mad woman. Everything went to a slow motion daze. Her body bounced up and down. Everything was slow motion. She moved her arms up as if she was dancing. I could no longer see the monster I had come to. Nothing happened for a month apart from occasional cleavage and naval view and my regular masturbation. Then one Sunday, which is usually no tuition day she asked me to come for special class. The class was over in an hour. She said she had to go to post office. As I had a scooter I offered to drop her. Other students left and I stayed back. She went to be ready. She came back in a tank top and jeans. It was tight fitting and her small tits appeared sharp and pointy. She sat behind me on the. People held hands, discussing plans, laughing about nothing, and there was a weight to it. I felt like I could almost touch their happiness. And you couldn’t just buy it. You couldn’t walk into a store and order it and have it gift wrapped and delivered with a bow. I felt left out, in the stark, dark loneliness, condemned to be a witness and not a participant. And perhaps it was my own fault. I always found faults in the men who showed interest in me. Works too hard. Doesn’t work enough. Too. I could see that there was so many out t! here who felt the same."For the second time that day tears began to flow down Helen's cheeks."No matter how this turns out, Luke, you will always be my child and I will always love you. I'm sorry you couldn't tell me before but I can see how hard you might have found it. At least now it's out in the open and we can deal with it together." The second question was one that Helen found difficult to ask but had to be done and she decided to come straight.