Also, I know it’s a lot to ask… but I struggle to be forward and honest face to face. Could you text me if you want to know something personal ins...ead? I feel more comfortable being honest and truthful when I do not have to speak the words or look at faces. “ I certainly agreed with a simple request like that. After dinner mom wanted to go to bed and sleep on a real mattress. She said she might sleep for a full day. She leaned over to me, gave me a hug. Whispered “Thank you for everything”. I could only pray that, in time, it would get a little easier for everyone. Day by day life goes on. I just wondered, on what day does the pain start to hurt less.As got into my car and sat while it warmed up a little, I thought even small decisions were getting harder to make. Tonight I had class. Three nights a week, I taught a class on creative photography at our city college. I started there three years ago and had put every dollar I made into a college fund for the girls. It had always. But you won’t be able to stop me...”Her abdomen curled even further, exposing the pinkish, wet opening at the tip of it. Her leaf pumped me, aiming me towards that alien hole. “Now... I can make you cum any time I want. But I’m just gonna tease you off like this. Keep you going until you’re just about to burst. That’s your punishment for keeping me from getting my cum-bath like I wanted. Tell me when you’re gonna cum, human. If you’re a good boy, I’ll put you inside right at the end...”I really. That's when I heard the unmistakable sound of a car door thumping closed. Frantically pulling away from Jason, I looked out the window. The gauzy curtains let me see outside, while hiding Jason and me from my husband's sight. Oh, fuck! Ben was already walking around the back of his car!"Shit, Jason! You said you'd keep watch," I told him, fear of discovery making my voice hard. I was already grabbing for my shirt and bra. "Pull your goddamned shorts up and get the fuck to your room. Don't come.