I wanted Malik tokiss me. I wanted him to be there kissing me, the way he did when Ihad pleasured him. In those moments I knew his kisses meant some...hing.So was I gay now? To be honest, I did not care anymore. My life wasso confused, or my feelings so confused, that nothing could berationalised. I had also regarded myself as a rational and logicalperson. They were the skills that had got me the job at Cornstows inthe first place. Now I seemed to be a jelly bag of tears with cock-loving. I scurried over to her on my hands and knees. Mom was okay so everything would be all right. I stopped at her side waiting for her to look at me. She didn't."Mom?"No answer. No movement except for a slow blink."Mom, you awake?"Still no answer. I placed a hand on her shoulder. No movement. I shook her. She turned towards me and stared with blank eyes. I shook her again, but her expression didn't change."It's Bobby. Why won't you talk to me?"No answer.I plopped onto my butt and stared at her. She. Why are you asking this?" Well, I've never seen anything like this. It looks like a nightgown from the early eighteen hundreds."Eddie nodded. This was something that his mum was a real expert on."But I've never seen material or stitching like this. This is hand stitched, but very well done. The material is rougher than anything I've ever seen, and it's not evenly woven, not a modern weave. I couldn't buy stuff like this if I tried - and I have." So what are you saying?" Eddie, I don't know. It wouldn't be too long until I came, and I didn't want to shoot off in her mouth. Plus I wanted to make her feel a similar pleasure to what she was giving me, so I pulled out of her mouth and hands and went down on her.I did really want to please her, but of course, I didn't know anything at all what I was doing. Eventually she had to guide me to her clitoris. She was very sensitive there, but not so much that I couldn't suck on her clit after teasing her lips and inner thighs a while. That.