She also wore makeup, which I hadn't noticed the night before."How's my little man doing?" she asked as she sat on the bed and lowered the blanket.As ...as usual in the mornings, I had a hard-on."Oh, well, what do we have here?" Mom playfully queried. "We can't send you off to school like that!" she continued while removing my pajama bottoms and underwear, just as she had the previous night.My rock-hard dick was sticking straight up this time."We made quite a mess last night," she said as she. I didn’t want to die.I could feel my body weakening every hour. Why did I have to stay awake? Why couldn’t I sleep through the pain, like before? I was pathetic. Weak. I reeked of dried piss.I was dehydrated. It hurt so bad to move. I wanted to be saved. I didn’t care anymore who did it. I just wanted food, water, comfort.My window. If I broke it, someone might check on me. I looked around. Clothes, a few paperback books, my alarm clock.With all the strength I could gather, I. Polly led him upstairs. Becca rang Molly."This is getting to be a habit," grumbled Molly good naturedly."Be gentle with her, love. There's been a major crisis. Let her tell you in her own good time." OK, Becca love. I thought there might be trouble if Garry was home this evening."The story hit the national press and by half past eight the following morning the drive and the road outside was packed with press and television crews."Strewth!" said Garry. "What do we do now?" You ring United and. It was her private moment and she hadn't invited him in to watch. Making a hasty retreat he went downstairs and filled the kettle and let his arousal subside.Eleanor entered the kitchen wearing a tank top and shorts as he was buttering some toast. "Hey sleepy head. Tea's ready." 'Morning daddy!" she came up to him and put her arms around his neck with a big smile. "Did you sleep well?" she gave him a big kiss on the cheek before breaking the hug and taking the offered mug of tea.Jack regarded.