But I have to."He nodded and squeezed my shoulder, "I'm sure she'd be proud youknow."I looked ahead and could not say anything. I blinked furiously in... vain attempt to avoid the inevitable.-*-I had invited Jon to stay for dinner. This was no problem toMabel who was delighted to have the opportunity to try and pickup on some gossip. She kept fishing to find out who Jon was anddid not seem content with my explanation that he was just acolleague and good friend. It was the only explanation she. Maybe the sound of the travelling train muffled my sudden intake of breath, but I just couldn't believe that someone would do that in a railway compartment with another person in view just opposite. As I continued to watch his reflection, I was very aware that my cock had deposited another drop of pre-cum on my leg, I could feel the drip very, very slowly moving down the inside of my thigh. I wanted to pick it up like before, but thought better of it, instead I slowly moved my thumb under the. It's a family sport, after all. I'll figure it out.aroslav: You're pretty gung-ho on girls. Ever have any experiences with boys?AMY: I'm a gold-star lesbian. The closest I've ever been to a boy is the kissing contest with Tony. That's the only boy tongue that's ever been in my mouth. And I'd French a poodle if there was a contest.aroslav: You're pretty competitive.AMY: Oh yeah! I even considered taking up racquetball when I saw how good Tony was, how interested Melody was, and how hot Lissa. Given every opportunity to repent of your sins, you still choose to cling to your own misguided pride. You are UNWORTHY to ever enter My house! I cast you OUT!The moment He had finished speaking, the platform beneath Henry began to smoke, glowing red. A look of dread and panic spread across his face; he knew he had blown his one shot at redemption. “No ... no ... no, no, noooooo!!!!” he wailed in desperation. As he cried out, the floor of his platform disappeared beneath him, dropping him into.