Finally, when she had pinned me down with my head on her pillow, she put her face close to mine, her hair making a curtain around our heads, and whisp...red, “Ready, big boy?”All I could do was smile and nod. I was close to being speechless for the first time in my life. I mean literally, speechless. I was ready to fuck this girl’s brains out, and to hell with my fucking brother.“Ok.” She straddled my stomach with her hips, and grinded her pussy just below my belly button. I could feel how wet. ”“Mack, you have a great cock. May I have a little more of you?”Mack leaned in and let his cock fill Dolores’ mouth. Her tongue was all over it and Lydia took about three pictures before it was fully hard.Lydia gave directions again, “That’s it, taste it, slowly and sensuously. Full lips now and let just the head disappear into your mouth. Again, please.”The room filled with a few more clicks.“That’s hot, Lydia. Remember that you want the attitude and the uniqueness of the subjects to express. ”“Everybody has it in them,” I interrupted. “It’s not that I’m any different from anybody else. I’m not. I’m a guy with a lot of flaws that the people that love me overlook. What happened ... happened. I saw my friends in peril and I did what I could to help them. That’s it. And I think if your saw your wife or your children in harm’s way, you’d do whatever you had to do to get them out. There are millions of stories just like mine. Men and women – adults and children – that do what they have. She was very clear in that letter she wrote to Principal--" Quiet!" Jerry snapped. "I know all about that letter but guess what? The situation has changed because you've been tagged. Don't try to deny it."The girl's wide, beautiful eyes opened to their fullest and a look of horror came across her face."Jerry," the child squeaked. "I don't ... I don't know what you've heard..." Enough," the man said. "I don't want to hear excuses. And I don't want to hear you call me 'Jerry' anymore. I'm not.