Honest work, like what Mr. Raymond does. Something you can do, some painting! Yes, this whole building needs a coat of paint. What do you say?" Why ar... you doing this?" she asked. Was she ... was she going to cry? "All of a sudden you want me to paint???" Jenny," I grabbed her by the shoulders. "I'm doing this for you. So, you can do something decent, something honest. So you can be a good mother to Katie, someone she can be proud of." No," she said. She was sad, but angry, too. "Something. ”His hard dick pulled away from my grasp, and then the bed squeaked as he climbed onto the mattress. I could feel his hairy legs on either side of my chest. I opened my mouth wide. The tip of his cock found my waiting tongue and I could taste the salty precum. He pushed only the head into my mouth at first. Rocking back and forth just a little. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his dick and heard him moan.“That’s a good look for you, baby.”Amelia’s fingers traced across my stomach to my. And this girl was apparently a virgin in both places."Yes, a big problem!" he exclaimed. He could imagine her crying and screaming and bleeding all over the place. In private one or two men might have loved "breaking" her in. But this wasn't that sort of situation. He had to pop her cherries and he had to be quick about it."OK. I guess I'll have to do it then." He intentionally made it sound like a chore. But it was one he knew he'd enjoy. "Do you know anything about giving head?" She. What did it mean? Was it nausea or elation? I kept reflecting on the feelings I had experienced, and how I never felt anything so powerful, so wonderful in my whole life. Was it just a freak thing, or was it my sister that caused them? I questioned my sexuality and my feelings for my sister until I felt like I was on the brink of insanity. What scared me the most was that the only person who could understand, the only person who I could talk to about it was the one person I couldn’t bear to.