"Answer me one question," she said heatedly, "Hypothetically say,if all you have done over these last months was a contributingfactor to what happened...to Mum, would you have done it anydifferently? If you could go back and not do what you have done,would you?"I screwed up my eyes, "Claire, I can't answer that..."She nodded and her voice was again even, "That's what I thought.Can you let me finish getting dressed please?"I went to the door and turned, "I'm going to leave now, but can Icall. I sometimes thought about what I had missed out on by not going, but I just didn't feel like school was for me. And I tried not to think about it too much, because it always made me think of her...It was the labor day weekend. I was 17, almost 18. I had graduated high school in June, and where most of my friends were getting ready to leave for college, I had been starting my landscaping business. I had been cutting lawns and cleaning yards since I had been 10 years old, and had managed to save. No. Way.As they settled back on the couch, Max sitting close, but not too close, he waited for a moment before asking her, again, “So, was there anything you wanted to know?”Jenny glanced at him, taking in his long frame, dark hair, intense gaze, her eyes briefly grazing across his groin, not looking so much as just checking if he was being inappropriate. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what he likely wanted, and why he had split her apart from Roach. “Was she always like this? I mean, she was so. He kept the pressure as I felt the head squeeze into my throat then going deeper until my nose was up against his testicles. He pulled out. I almost heaved. I was so glad I didn't."Keep your mouth open wide."He pushed back in before I could reply. He squeezed his cock into my throat easier this time. As he continued, I closed my eyes to try to keep my saliva out of it. I felt so gross and disgusting again. Was there a way to do this so I wasn't upside down?My throat felt sore and so did my butt.