It was about a month after mom's funeral. I caught him crying in his room and I went and hugged him and he hugged me. He then kissed my cheek and held...me tight but then he kissed my neck and rubbed my back under my shirt. It didn't take long for him to begin rubbing my tits and telling me he needed me so bad. Before I knew it I was naked and he was rubbing my pussy telling me how much he loved me and needed me. Soon we were both naked on his bed and he was kissing me and then sucking my tits. I confirmed our Saturday “date” again Friday afternoon before I left the office. He still didn’t seem to be comfortable with the situation. But, he couldn’t deny he wanted me to come over.Knowing from past conversations that he slept until about 9 or so on weekends, I arrived promptly at 8:45. After a couple of minutes, he finally opened the door wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, squinting in the sunlight.“Hey.” In spite of his obvious grogginess, he seemed genuinely happy -- and. "Shiny faces ... Shiny faces..." Mrs. Elgin said, ever optimistic and smiling, clapping her hands, telling us exactly how many minutes we had. She'd been working the adoption road for a long time and her heart had broken a million times, I bet. But she'd had her victories too and that's what kept her going. For the kids who never went anywhere, Mrs. Elgin was the only mom they'd ever have.We sold ourselves, and sometimes each other. If a couple came in looking for something in particular, a. She kissed back, hungrily. Her tongue darted. She sucked his. Her body draped itself against him. She tasted of coconut. He lost himself in her passion for a bit.Tim nudged his brother. The women had fed them drinks for some time, and while they'd had a few beers in their time, snuck from someone's older brother, the alcohol-heavy mixed concoctions hit them hard. Terry turned, saw Duke's success and cheered. He high-fived his brother."Good job, cousin!" He encouraged. Tim laughed.Lani extended.