”It was kind of obvious to me that she didn't mean for me to clean the spoon with a tissue, it was clear she meant with my mouth; but it was not tot...lly clear, not 100%. I had the feeling if I blew the simple task of cleaning the spoon, if I made the wrong choice between mouth and tissue, that that would be it, that she’d be up and gone, out of my life for good. I slowly lifted the spoon to my mouth, watching her all the way. She looked back at me, not showing any sign of approval or disgust.. Despite the cold tears and the sick lump in my stomach, I prayed, hoped, and prayed against hope, that somehow, someway, God would let me find my precious puppy alive as I approached the corner. But there, lying in the slushy street was the battered form of my little September Snow. Kneeling in the wet, dirty sludge, I lifted her gently from the road, lowered my face and wailed. The walls of my heart were demolished into tiny pieces that cut fiercely as they poured out from every opening onto. I responded and moved my hand on her left butt cheek to her crotch and moved the slim piece of material that kept her pussy concealed from the world.I could feel how wet she was as my fingers brushed over her pussy lips which only made her grip me tighter and kiss me harder. A moment later I could feel her hand rubbing down my chest and then quickly on to my already fully erect cock.We froze for a second and stopped kissing. Mom locked her gaze with mine and smiled; not a mother's smile or a. He has fine long hands - strong yet sensitive - and he'd take special care of my ass. It gets stiff from sitting in school all day, and he loves to really work on the cheeks, rolling, squeezing and teasing them until they feel as warm as if they had been spanked. Once or twice his oiled fingers would naturally creep down my crack and linger around my anus and vagina, and one day I realized to my astonishment that I hadn't jerked away as I usually did. In fact I felt so good about it that I.