" I was arguing with Robbie. I should know better. The only time I ever won was on the baseball field, and we weren't on the field now. "Why?" I had a...chance to check out the judges. The other song wasn't gonna work." So? It's not like we care about winning. It's just one of the requirements for vocals."Robbie gave me one of her looks. The kind you'd give your grandmother with Alzheimer's who couldn't remember her own name. "It's always about winning."I sighed. "Let's see the music."The year. Slipping the head into her mouth, she sucked, running her tongue around the ridge and tasting him for the first time. Teasing and playing with her new toy, Emma wrapped her tongue deftly around the head and swirled it in circles as his erection returned in full. She watched with no small amount of self satisfaction as Jack’s lips parted and his eyes closed. Cupping his balls with her other hand and squeezing gently, she whispered to him, “Tell me how much you want me to suck your cock right. I'm trying to sort out my first clear memory of heras Jnot as "little girl" brother's daughter"(why do I usually say "brother's daughter," not "niece"?)I noticed her as a woman:as mouth, eyes, breasts, the restin that ordertender, pursed, full lower lipbrown, shy, teasingsmall but perceptible"dirty blonde," lithe, T-shirt and jeans but no tomboy.The family resemblance --my (our) noseher mother's eyes, I think, or her mother's mother'sGod knows where she came by that mouthGod knows where she. Everyone says I’m fortunate that I have no visible scars.. some days I wish I did. Instead, the deafening blast took my hearing. I have been deaf ever since. Now, I know what you’re going to say. I should be happy that I have a great life and a wonderful family, and I am. But I can say that ever since the accident, my mother has been getting further and further from me. There were times that she and I were close.. we had fun when I was little. But after the blast.. She grew distant. I guess I’m.