"Damn! This boy's hole is as good as any pussy I've ever fucked!" Yeah, once I showed him what a slut he was, he's learned how to please real men like...us really quick. His mouth is damn good too!" Jay replied.Jay finally released my head from his tight grip and I turned it, looking into the mirror. The young man behind me was darker than Jay by several shades. He still wore the backwards ball cap, but had apparently pulled off his shirt. His chest was toned and his dark skin shone in the light. She looked at me, her eyes wide and frightened behind her glasses. “Is he going to die?” she asked.“I don’t think so.”“I don’t want more people dying around me, Mike,” she said very seriously.“I’m sure he’ll be fine.”But he wasn’t. The call came early the next morning. I’d put Amelia to bed in one of my guest rooms. Sun was just peeking over the horizon casting a pure white light that turned the violet blue sky into royal blue.Harold had passed away. Betty was distraught, understandably so, and. I ultimately told myself that it was because she was no longer accustomed to having me around so much. For years, I was a presence at dinner — maybe — and occasionally another member of the audience at a dance competition or at a school choir concert. Typically, the most I saw of Muffin was on the weekends, and even then it was usually in the mornings before we headed off to our activities for the day — which in her case typically meant spending the day working at a local mall. I had forgotten. She suddenly arched backwards getting me out of its reach.She winked at me and said,”pull me aadristh.”I understood that she was playing games with me.I again stretched my hand towards her waist,but this time caught hold of her left nipple and started pulling her towards bed.I could make out that she was enjoying the scene and her pain.She jerked suddenly and her sweaty nipple escaped my fingers’ hold.“Pull me aadristh! What are you waiting for?” she said with a grin on her face.This time I.