Helen was about to say sissy don't smoke real cigarettes but Doug's bodylanguage told her not to. He then went back to his drink.He threw the shot dow... his throat, looked right at Helen and said,"Woman before I tell you why I am divorcing you, I want to make sure youunderstand I am divorcing you. It is not that I am thinking of divorcingyou, it is not I want to divorce you, it is not that I am building upthe courage of telling you I want a divorce. It is none of those things,it is I am going to. She didn't like dodging the pain of her boy's death. It felt wrong. It felt like betrayal. She would bear the pain of his death, just as she'd borne the pain of his birth. She would wait in agony, screaming as she allowed the pain to ravish through her soul, tearing pieces of it away as the minutes passed into hours. She re-lived every moment of his life, from the first time she'd held him, feeling him softly suckling at her breast, to the last time she'd kissed him goodnight, and everything in. Steph was prettya little popular with the stoner's in school, she dressed like a hippy, wore a little makeup, average build, probably "b" breasts and a bigger ass than my sister. Sara answered the door, Steph was carrying a few bags of chips for the night, said her usually hello to me, "jock", "burnout" I said, but that was common for her, nothing mean, just the truth. Neither of us thought any more or less of each other because of it, it was just the way we came to say hello. They walked past. I started to masturbate him while also licking his balls. As I pumped his cock I asked him if it felt good and of course he exclaimed that it did. I continued to lick and suck on his balls but then worked my way up to his anus where I gave him a rimming I am sure he will never forget. I licked, sucked and tongued his asshole while I fisted his cock making sure that my hand stroked down over the coronal ridge of his massive cockhead giving him the best sensation possible. It wasn’t long before.