"I'm prettysure I could find something for a gag back there too." No, that's okay, remember, 'Eric the kidder'?" I thought you'd see it my way."Donna ...tarted the old car up, put it in gear, and headed into traffic.After several minutes, Donna broke the silence."So, tell me, what's this 'grand' competition that your opponents are sointent to see you miss?" Eric mumbled something under his breath as she pulled the car into theentrance ramp for the highway. "What was that?" she said as she looked. We both got more and more excited and lost the track of time, making out against my car, rubbing eachother's body and holding eachother tight. I had one of my hand inside her legging and sqeezing and massaging her butt, my other hand was on her back, holding her close to my body and carressing her as much as I could. She had undo my belt and jean and had her hand inside my boxer masturbating me and with the other playing with my hair, pulling it, grabing it and running her fingers through it.. She reported that they were confused by this more than anything, Eric more so than Ashlyn. They had no real frame of reference for the permanence of death.Chris and Gina brought Cassie and the kids to the house two days after the fire. Cassie was a shell of herself, barely functioning, and only by taking direction from others. Ashlyn quietly took a coloring book and sat at the dining room table, drawing pictures. Eric looked around, saw me, and crawled into my lap. I wrapped my arms around him,. " You are hard as rock again, Steven. So you are my full-time bitch now, aren't you?" he asked, with his smug grin.The thought of that was terrifying, and I started to plead again, but recalled his warning and stopped myself. "Pl... Yes, I'm your bitch, Mr. Thomas, can I please suck you off?" Yes, thank you, Steven," he said, grinning down at me.My hand had rhythmically been stroking him and his pre-cum had formed a glistening dollop on the tip of his elongated cock head. I licked it off and.