She did kiss my cockhead and I pulled her back for one more kiss before I let her sit up.Sherry was kneeling on the floor between my knees, rolling an...ther condom down over my still raging cock. I looked over at Catherine to see her smiling at me.“Jerry, would you please kiss me like you kissed Halle? I’m twenty-seven and I’ve never been kissed. Now that I have this gorgeous body, with titties as large as Sherry’s and Marlene’s, I feel the need to be the sexy, sensuous woman I have always. But for some reason I felt compelled to watch her debase herself. It made me hate her that much more.Why couldn't we have a normal life? Isn't that what every 14-year-old girl wants? I never knew my dad, but why couldn't my mother be like my friends' mothers? Why did I have to clean the house and do the laundry? Why couldn't she read to me at night? Why didn't she ever meet with my teachers? Why couldn't I have nice clothes? They didn't have to be expensive, but at least fit me. And why. A cloud no bigger than a man's hand cast a shadow over Larry and that was the harbinger of bad days to come. It just so happened that someone who knew Larry saw him running from the crime scene. She knew Larry, so she went to see what he was running from and was deeply shocked to see the old gentleman crouched on the ground with his head split open. This neighbor was a longtime friend of hers and she was livid with anger. She called the police and told them what happened, who did it and where. ’ ‘You look like the type who’d need help,’ Tommy said. He was surprised he wasn’t very frightened. ‘A man with no courage needs someone else to carry it for him,’ Tommy said, repeating something Master Kwan told him once. He felt a sense of calm, a belief he would come out of this all right. ‘You can handle this, my son. Remain centered and use the skills I taught you,’ a voice inside his head told him. It was as if Master Kwan was there, guiding him. Ron looked puzzled. ‘What the fuck are you.