All I could do was laugh and blush. "Uh, no, Mrs. Woodard, not that," Mike said. "Other way around."Mom just looked at him, and burst out laughing. "Y...ah, I can see that. If I had ever seen that demonstrated, I would've tried that one a lot earlier myself."I couldn't stop laughing and blushing. Mom really was cool. "Believe me, I would've tried it before Thursday if I had ever known." Lots of guys won't do that," Mom said."Don't I know it," I agreed."I'm a man of many talents," Mike said. How do you feel about that?” “Grandpa, that isn’t the right way for you to feel. I love you dearly but I don’t know about those feelings. Give me a little while to think this over okay. We can talk again in a couple of days.” “Oh my darling girl, just take your time. No one else need ever know about us if we decide to go ahead. We will just carry on the same as we always have. Everyone knows that you have lived here with your Grandma and I for years.” A couple of nights later I had just taken a. . And that other ... Fucking slut ... She grabbed me ... She made me watch Agatha on top of you ... Please, Philip ... Please..."Philip breathes deep. Every word from her makes him want to cry. No one should ever have to suffer like she's suffering. And he can't say anything to her that will help her. He can't do anything to soothe what she had to see.He's lost. He never felt this lost."Ilene ... Your mother ... Everything ... How will we ... You know? I'm sorry ... I don't know what to do,. ..she couldn't reach the key. No matter how hard she twisted or turned her hands, the key was barely out of reach. All Sophie succeeded in doing was feeling the ball push her internal organs around and her aching pussy clench painfully around the pole. She resumed her crying in earnest this time, struggling desperately to reach the key. Unfortunately for Sophie, nothing in the world would put the key within her reach.She hung there, suspended by her tortured pussy, unsure of what to do. .