I enjoy this for two reasons. First, the whole mother-daughter effect is intoxicating, and second, Kimmie hates that aspect at least twice as much as ...he hates having to suck my cock in the first place. She has been hating both aspects for almost a year now.Wow, I mused to myself, if five years ago even I never imagined this scene unfolding, how blissfully ignorant must the then ten-year-old Kimmie have been in those long past, innocent days. I had met her mother while doing a little volunteer. Pitch black hair covers her head, and her eyes are as blue as the sky. ‘Black Irish’ they called Aoghan’s kind, the ones who have black hair rather than red or blond. I find it stunning on her, and whatever persecution could have befallen her for being Irish will not harm her now, since she is missing those traits that make us instantly recognizable. The nurse smiles at me. ‘Name?’ she asks, handing me a piece of paper and pointing to where I should write. I think only a moment, and write. Even the rug in the bedroom was new, a fresh coat of paint on all four walls.The bed clothes had been replaced and Harvey Jr's. room was empty, nothing remained except the furniture. Jake saw the saddened look on Lana's face when she glanced in the room, but neither she nor her dad mentioned her brother, and he was wise enough not to bring it up.By Saturday Jake was worried enough about Lana that he pulled his mother aside for a private conversation. It helped having your own resident shrink,. " Oh, man." She winced. "I've messed up my sleep for tonight." Maybe I'll be able to help you with that, too." His ran his fingers through her hair teasing the skin on the back of her neck. "I'm gonna' go fix you some bath water." Jack, you don't --" Erin, I want to take care of you." But --" But nothing." He spatted her playfully on the butt. "Come in when I call you."As the water ran out of the faucet he poured in some of the lavender bubble bath he had found sitting on the shelf above the.