It came pouring in with sympathy, humor, well-wishes, and advice.One comment touched her though. He had never commented before. He wasn't a watcher. H... had just stumbled onto her blog literally his first week on site."So, what are you doing tomorrow?", DomMike4U asked.She had absolutely no answer for that. What was she going to do? She wrote to him privately and asked if he had any suggestions. Boy, did he!She cashed in her savings, her IRA's and 401K's, her life insurance policy, took a leave. I was truly worriedabout you being rushed into surgery. I called back later, and he saidthat you were alright. Tuesday morning I learned about Sarah's collapseon stage. I thought it was tragic, but I didn't think any more about ituntil Saturday, when I caught part of the press conference on TV. "I couldn't figure out why your mom was there. Your dad is Sarah?sagent, so I could understand why he was there. But I couldn'tunderstand your mom?s presence. Then, when she wrapped you in her armsand. She was loving every second of it, and so was I. Sarah, seeing how much Claire was enjoying the way I was eating her pussy, wanted a turn too. I wasn't going to say no, that would just be rude. I pulled my body up on the bed and Sarah dropped her tight little pussy on my face, not quite as wet as Claire, but I was going to change that for her. As Sarah started to eagerly push her pussy down on my face, I felt Claire slowly sliding her hand up my leg, fingertips touching me gently, going up. " One of my freinds gave them to me." I started trying to muffle my laughs as she failed to defend herself. When they broke the news to her that she'd be going to bording school, she didn't even cry. They told her to go throw the box of them away. She went out of the back door of the hallway I heard her open and close the dumster then opened the back door and came back in. Mom and dad had already gone back into their room. But then Sarah came into my room, the box still in hand. My first.