’ Greg reached across the table and touching her hand said, ‘I know, and I’m so sorry and I hurt for you.’ She looked up at him and said, ‘B...t Wayne is the one that is dying,’ and the tears flowed unchecked. ‘I know Laura, but there really is no medicine to help your hurt and that breaks my heart. I just wish there was something that I could do for you.’ She didn’t worry about her tears as she showed a small smile and said, ‘Just knowing you’re there for us…for me, helps more than you know.’. His mouth exploring my very wet pussy, his tongue entering me, lapping my juices, and sucking on my clitty, heaven, I held his head in position right on my pussy, he was kissing it gently,now and again inserting a finger or two, pushing them in my cunt, in and out, hard and soft, I was in heaven, I wanted his cock badly, but I wasn’t going to stop him, it felt so good, his mouth was covered with my love juice, he came up for air, and we kissed hard, I could taste my juice in his mouth, my mouth. Anyway after the interview , I offered to drive her to the nearest bus stop . Along the way we have a few short conversations , like talk about how is her plan in future , and stuff like if she likes to accept challenge and learn things .She was sweet and chill while replying me all this, even driving on the road I could not keep myself focus to what she is saying so I bluntly ask all sort of questions to know how what kind of lady she is , anyway be honest I couldn't resist to see her sexy. Mom and our lawyer took me to a small room to try to calm me down. I wascrying, weak and beside myself.My lawyer tried to explain this was a good sentence and I would bethankful for it in the long run. Being a sissy with your mom will not beall that bad compared to jail, she said.All I could think of was a boy in my school who went through this, hedanced around school in his dress, hair in pigtails, high heels, andpurse with such joy and girly manners. He is such a sissy, he even isbeginning to.