The tears and hurt in your eyes, when you told us about Bill, tore me up worse than the news about his death. Only a man who loved someone deeply woul... have that hurt in his eyes because he dreaded giving news that would hurt the ones he loved most. Jon, we have to attend the funeral before we leave, and I think Carver will agree with me that we can wait for a few more days before he makes an honest woman out of me. The big question now is, what are you and Kat going to do? Jon, I know I'm. And I am creeping forward; stood framed in the doorway before her; the cascade of words the only protection from her disapproval.“It’s okay.” The words bring me to a trembling halt, uncertain as to whether I have heard them accurately, and so she repeats them.“It’s okay.” Relief overwhelming me; stepping closer as my shoulders heave and the pressure in my diaphragm is released.“It’s okay.” Echoing through my mind as I fall to my knees and the extended unendurable tension of my life bursts forth. Soon the person there left after shooting his cum into the napkin and he zipped up and left. Within a moment a guy entered and dropped tokens. He unzipped and took out his cock and began stroking it hard.I reached over and put my fingers on the hole and slowly circled the hole to draw his attention and hopefully his cock to it. I was rewarded with a nice hard cock throbbing through the hole .Isucked that nice young cock down my throat and used my tongue and throat muscles on it keeping it. ’ ‘Aw, thank you, sweetie,’ Penelope smiled, hugging her, ‘But if you’re happy, then what’s with all the tears?’ ‘Because I’ve been worried about my Uncle Bryan,’ Sam continued to cry, ‘He’s been so unhappy for so long, but ever since he met you, he smiles like he used to when I was little, and I’ve really missed that part of him. Thank you, Penelope.’ ‘She’s right,’ Megan began to cry, putting her arms around both Sam and Penelope, ‘My brother was so lost until you came along, and I wish you.