"You got a long ways to go, Freddie Bartholomew," he said."Brumbelow," I corrected. What was it with people wanting to call me Bartholomew? I figured ...'d better pretty soon look that guy up on Google, find out exactly what the story was with him."Brumbelow, right," Bowman said. "Sorry. What I was saying, you got a long ways to go, but, jeez, kid, I think maybe you can do it, if you want it bad enough." You really think so?" Hell, yes! Hell, yes, I really think so! I mean, it's gonna be hard,. She walked in and said, you wet yourpants again, I could do nothing besides just nod. She left and a fewminutes later, my sister stuck her head in the bathroom, and said I don'tknow what you did but mom is in the garage going thru boxes. I took my shorts and underwear off and put them in the hamper. At thattime my mother came into the bathroom and said, take of your shirt andtake a bath to clean yourself up. I ran some bath water and slid into thetub washing myself. I got out and took a towel. She spends a lot of her time looking at old Parish Records and Jury Rolls, things like that. She had made some overhead projector slides from some Baptism Registers, and the old copperplate handwriting was beautiful! Some of the names were really cruel, a man named Humiliation Hynde gave BOTH of his sons the same name, and there were 'No-merit' and 'Helpless' as well. The Sykes called their sons 'Die-well' and 'Farewell', and other children like 'More-triale', 'Abstinence', 'Obedience',. I began to moan with delight as her tender loving mouth and tongue continued to suck and lick on my penis. She then screamed out. I froze thinking that I did something wrong but she whispered encouragement to keep going and that it felt great. We continued like that for many hours. Kate finally moved to impale herself onto my rod. A few more hours of her riding me passed before she stopped abruptly and collapsed with a thud on top of me. The wind was knocked out of me and it was then that I.