I looked at Cynthia and her bright blue eyes full of fear and worry. I focused on her and slowly the pain fell away. I kept on her, taking in the full...flavor of what appeared to be her emotions. Images briefly flashed in my head of the day dad died, her first spanking, etc. Suddenly, I realized I had stopped screaming."Are you all right, Sam?" she timidly asked. I nodded and began pushing (the best I way I can describe what I did) the pain away. As I did this, I noticed I was able to pick up. As I was trying to figure out how this chick was taking a breath her husband walked over and started to play with her right tit. "You mind if I try?" I said."Be my guest"I reached down and started to massage her left tit.My wife was wildly sucking the guys that came before her, and she finished off three while the other slut was munching her cum soaked pussy.. My wife came with a loud scream. As she came the husband pulled the wife up and then bent her over the back of my wife. She was tall. I can't fall apart now. I've worked too hard to keep her."What's going on with you? Is- is it your mom?"And I laugh softly, because it's never been my mom. That's sort of what she's known for – not being anything. And I wish I could tell her – tell her that I love her, and that it's killing me. But I'm scared. And I know, I'm Sam Puckett and I'm not afraid of anything! But I'm scared of this. So it's easier to just look away and pretend things are fine. It's only bravery if you're scared to do. I slowly started licking her vaginal outer lips lapping up the still flowing juices and then eased my tongue down to her anus. Before she knew what I was doing, I was tongue fucking her anus and getting my rigid tongue into her hole.There was a brief resistance and attempts to get me to stop but the unique pleasure I knew she was feeling, immediately took over and she just relaxed and enjoyed what I had hope were more new sensations and intense pleasure she was sensing. With my tongue working.