So I start typing again, it is mostly rubbish but at the moment I don't care.I feel her tongue licking around my glans. Damn that feels good, now she ...olds my dick at the shaft and stars kissing my cock. I stop typing wanting to enjoy that feeling when she suddenly stops. I move my hips but she backed off so I start typing again and her fingers are back on my cock. Her lips slowly slide over my cock and I can feel her warm wet mouth. Her tongue massages the small sensitive spot under my glans.. Oh, he made an effort, sometimes, but she could tell it was an effort. She sighed and considered trying to get a court order to force him into therapy... But no, that would alienate him even more.Jason was not unaware of his mothers worry. While he felt emotion, it was usually anger or rage. It would spring into being over the most minor and inconsequential of circumstances. It left him wondering, 'why'? It was very hard to control, and he had found himself reaching for... what?Also, he had. “It’s only been a month,” I said. “However, all of my sisters, even Mom are very pretty. I guess it took me becoming sixteen to realize how beautiful you all are.”I walked into the house with Sammi on my arm, and both sisters observed this, but didn’t say anything.Dinner wasn’t going to be ready for a while. Sam went upstairs to her bedroom, while Emma went in to help Mom.Tiffany took me by the hand and we sat together on the sofa. “Is there a reason you and Sam were holding hands. Soon she realized the effort it was taking for me to remain awake, and held me until Deirdre and Evie converged on me and crowded down beside her, to comfort me until the ambulance arrived.They had no more luck getting me to talk than the officer, but they stayed right with me, kneeling in the blood and gore. Neither woman left me for a second until the medical people hauled me and Gavin away. Then, Deirdre was on the phone with Mr. Wellington, and Evie was talking to George as the paramedics.