I took it from him, but then set it down and crossed my hands over my chest."Hey," he said, putting his hand on my chin and lifting my head to look at...him. "You're going to be fine," he assured me."I... don't... know..." The word disappeared."I do know that," he said. "You've always come back before, and this time is no different." His hand touched my cheek and, he wiped away my tears with his thumb. I smiled at him; my face felt like it was glowing."Come here," he said, wrapping his arms. Then they were sliding down, over our bare backs, as far as she could reach to stroke our bare backsides. It felt marvellous. I felt so close to her. There was something so satisfying about it - maybe because of long-buried memories from when I was a baby. I know she'd always been proud that she'd breast-fed us both for at least six months each.I loved the sensation of sucking her - the beautiful springy breast beneath my lips. The nipple seemed to fill my mouth as I brushed my tongue back and. He looked like a fish out of water with his mouth opening and closing without a sound.“Well you can tell me more while I finish sucking your cock.” I said as I started sucking him again“I’m sorry Karen. I don’t know how I got into this.”I learned back again and looked up at him and I was surprised that I was not angry or even jealous. I was kind of turned on.“Jack, you and I have had a dry spell in our sex lives. Neither of us has been taking care of the other. I’m not mad but actually I’m kind. His cheeks were flushed and rosy from alcohol. "Dude, you sound gay. I'm sorry, but fuck." Oh yeah," I said real calm "you wanna know what I think?" Davenport pursed his lips; a fart of a laugh sputtered though them. "Well, not really, but what the fuck – it's your beer!" He held up a fresh bottle to my lips and tipped it some. I grinned as he held my eyes, drained half the bottle and unzipped him. He shivered and blinked a moment, then he maneuvered his elastic, popped it out, and started.