The hand cart was indeed large enough to allow Max to sleep away from the floor. He was settling down, his stomach growling after a day without food, ...when Elisabeth Adams showed again. She carried an old Army blanket, a double slice of bread, and a pitcher with hot tea."You'll need some food in your belly if you have to work tomorrow," she stated matter-of-factly.Max was unable to speak with emotion. He just nodded silently with his eyes brimming a little. The bread smelled heavenly, and Mrs.. Britt said, "I love you both. I don't even know how to thank you. I feel Amelia's loss but not acutely. I have and am part of a truly loving, healthy family."When Pastor Bob comes over, I will talk with him. I would like the funeral to be at the church, if he will."Dad said, "He will. He will come by this evening."Mom said, "We have already had two people come by leaving food. One was Missus Thornton. Britt, I want to tell you what she said." Sure, Mom." She said, 'Please tell Brittany that I'm. Sucking my sissy cock like it was a straw made of flesh. Fondling my balls and scratching me as I writhed under him.The underwear in my mouth was soaked through and overflowing with my saliva. I thrashed and groaned as he continued. Desperately making whatever noises I could with my mouth gagged.He let my cock go, letting my hard and wet shaft fall back onto my stomach. He put his hands under my ass and raised my lower body. He dove forward and took my balls in his mouth. My tiny sissy balls. “One hundred and two. It’s coming down.”I heard Azee whisper, “Man, he’s hard!” and then the other Azee said “Yeah, man, really hard!” and then the woman said “Azee!’ sort of like she wanted them to shut up and I wondered what they were talking about. I opened my eyes and looked down. It wasn’t hard. It was just tucked down over my testicles as usual and it was behaving for a change. I realized maybe they were talking about my stomach muscles, what Gianna calls my six-pack.Everything quieted.