Don't ask me how long we held that kiss. It could have been hours. Maybe even days. No matter how long, it still wasn't long enough."I thought I said ...hursday night" Brandy whispered as we finally unlocked our lips. "What's the matter, big boy? Couldn't wait that long?" Nah. But I was in the neighbourhood, and figured I'd check up on you. Beside, you buggered off without saying fuck-all. What was that all about?" I asked."I sailed out on the morning tide, and had a chance to do some research on. Lightly placing it over your anus, you let out a gasp. I smile, as I continue to tease you. “OH GOD!!!give it to me.” You beg “Mmmmm, Not just yet, I'm guna pleasure you in ways you never been before” Then, I slowly run it down your thigh, then slowly back up, then down the other one. I kiss your clit lightly, just enough to make you flinch with pleasure. Then flick my tongue across it and smile at you moaning and shiver under my touch. “PLEASE!!!” you moan I chuckle and say “I love watching a. "Don't worry, Alex. You needed special help. You said yes, please, giveme special help. This is special help for you. You will be okay."My right hand was trying to figure out what happened to my penis. All Ifound was a tuft of pubic hair and... lips? I flushed and turned my mindto other things."This is special help? Luck, what did you do to my... I thought you weregoing to give me a blow job?"Can you believe I asked that? I could have asked something like, "Whydid you just fist me through my. I saw Amanda’s face change from happy to wary.“Amanda, I’m here because we at Child Protective Services are charged with making sure YOU are safe and protected. Are you?”“Did you start at my house?” she asked.“Your house? You mean that apartment where I met Donna Carmody?”“Mom. Two days and she’s ‘Mom’. Bill Carmody is ‘Dad’. Cindy Richards is Mom’s daughter. I’m her step-dad’s daughter. Cindy is my sister.” She looked resolute. “But yes, ma’am. That apartment.”“I visited there.”“Mizz Wilson, I.