Instead of falling off to sleep quickly, I was still stroking myself and could now see Jason playing with himself. The neon and street lights from the...window made the room brightly illuminated. In one sense, it was awkward laying a foot away from another man clad only in my boxers as we both played with ourselves. But, on the other hand, we had seen each other naked and touched each other many times. Without thinking, I rolled to my side, facing Jason as my left hand reached out to grasp his. When I told my dad about you, I got grief about it. When I told my mom about it, she asked the exact same questions, but the tone was subtly different. She just wanted to make sure I had my ducks in a row; Dad, well, he has the same opinion as Tasha, albeit from his Calvinist upbringing.”“So your mom is OK with it?”“I don’t think ‘OK’ is the right way to put it. My mom knows I won’t condemn you, and she knows she shouldn’t, either. She has a bit of the Russian Puritan streak in her, but it’s. With my hand wrapped around the base the way Lois had showed me, I pushed forward tentatively and verified that there was no way that too much of it could be forced into my mouth. I could take all of what projected above my hands into my mouth without discomfort."That's it, Lana," Lois said. "That's real good. Isn't it, Clark?" Oh, yeah," Clark said, "I'd definitely say that's good." Now, Clark, fuck your dick up through Lana' hands and into her mouth. And Lana, just let him push it up and. I keep my hands moving hopping that the contact and massage will ease her suffering. She is crying and tears are streaming down her checks as I to begin to tear up seeing the woman I love in such agony. I put my lips to hers and kiss her to let her know that I am here and I love her; and as I do so my own tears drip onto her lips and just as suddenly as it began it stops. I can feel her muscles moving within her but there doesn’t appear to be any more pain. “Jason; something is happening to.