He was always friendly to me through grade school and middle school. From middle school on we officially became friends. A relationship flourished. Th... relationship was a little one-sided but I didn't mind. He was good at finding fun and always included me. I on the other hand had trouble seeing out of my books, computers, chores. At home my father didn't really help in guiding me through growing up. So, I began depending on him to guide me to and through things. As our generation rode through. The prior day had been the funeral of his mentor and his fathers Hand of the King, Jon Arryn. His death had surprised most of the court. Even in his seventies, the Warden of the East had been as healthy as a man half his age and he had passed away in a single night, fallen victim to an unknown illness. Lyonel was not prone to grievance, but his dreams last night had been unpleasant to say the least. Jons words rang through his head and he tried and tried to make sense of it.The seed is. ”“That’s it, its going. Oooooo, that feels good, but I need to shit. Fight it, push it further, suck in. That’s it, it’s going, suck it in again. Ooooo, it’s sliding in so far, suck in again, now gently push it. Oh my God, it’s so far in. Right, hammer it in and out hard.”“Oh, fucking brilliant, that hurts so much but it’s just getting better and better. I still desperately want to shit, especially when I pull it out, quick, push it back in - relax, take it. Mmmm, it’s so nice,. I stripped naked. Nobody paid attention. Most men had seen me eating cum from my mother's ass and most women had abused my little cock and ass for their own filthy pleasures. "Ladies and Gentlemen. May I have your attention please" I said loudly, in my squeaky, girlish voice. "You have all known us for several years and you have all helped us realize our dreams and develop the most beautiful relationship that a mother and son could ever have and WE THANK YOU FOR THAT." The guests smiled and.