"It's all right, baby," she crooned as she gazed into his face, hefingers wiping away the tears from his cheeks. "Mother understands," shesmiled, then...continued. "You are a young boy still and at the time ofyour sexual awakening. your body is eager and can't control itself."She bent forward and her lips touched a small drop of tear on his cheek.His eyes were still open as he cried, gazing deep into those of hismother, searching for any sign of revulsion or condemnation. He couldn'thelp it and. He was a freak. An outcast. He was the only one without a father and he had a mother with a history of psychological illness. She was depressive and had to take medication to keep it under control. When he had first heard of her ailment he had looked the word up and he had found something called manic-depressive. His mother never had a manic faze. It was just the depressive and when she was in it, and had 'forgotten' to take her pills, she didn't wash; didn't bathe or shower. She didn't change. Harry looks like he's going to ask me what was so upsetting. But thank god for my ginger-haired kneazle.Nobody had seen Crookshanks saunter into the room until he was perched on my lap, greeting me with a rub of his head on my face."Hello Crooks, is it getting cold out." Not quite. I think he's here for something else" Ron points to the cats mouth, where a square of folded parchment dangled from between his teeth."You got something for me Crookshanks?" That's odd, I never use Crookshanks as a. You know it’s not right to tempt married men, they’re weak and susceptible to the wiles of young women such as yourself. Unfortunately for you, even though I am married, I am neither weak nor susceptible.’ His finger was slowly splitting my pussy lips apart centimeter by centimeter as we stood at the railing, the cool metal of the railing pressing into my hips, my voice trembling as I tried to reason with him, ‘I… I don’t know what you are talking about Dave! I wouldn’t do something like that,.