..' she paused.'Yes.''Touch your balls?''Of course you can.'I was soon rewarded by Sinead gently cupping my balls before she pressed against the base ...f my cock with the palm of her hand and then gently circled round my aching balls with the tips of her fingers.'Oh yes,' I moaned, 'that feels so good.' In time her palm began to move up and down on my cock whilst her fingertips continued to stroke my balls. 'Mmm don't stop that feels really good,' I encouraged.Sinead said nothing but she had. "I don't know how to tell you without hurting you and I really don't want to hurt you," she said."If it's going to hurt me, then it will hurt me, whether you tell me or not. You've set the ball rolling and it's too late to stop it now."She was quiet for some time and I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I wanted so much to hold and comfort her but when her tears started, I knew it was going to be bad.I waited... in desperation, I tried to pressure her into telling me."You're leaving me," I. The bar was loaded with guys. I saw one woman across the way with a crowd of guys around her, all vying for her attention. When my drink was delivered, I paid, then looked around. There was a crowd around me now, all vying for my attention. Everyone was talking to me at once. I couldn’t even discern the words they were uttering. I just keep shaking my head and sipping my drink. The dance floor was packed. Someone asked me to dance. I said no. Someone else, then someone else. I was beginning to. She smiled as she saw her daughter lookingwistfully back at the reform school through its iron gates, hesitantto leave. "Yes" she smiled, "it worked!" Seeing her motherpull up into the circular driveway, Laura lifted her suitcase andwalked over, smiling but also sad. They kissed, and Marya thought she felt her press her own bigbreasts against hers a little more than usual, and her kissshe was sure was reluctantly pulled from her lips to her cheek.That was different. Marya had arranged for.