Jeanie narrowed her eyes and scowled. Call me psychic, but I think I knew my act was wearing a little thin and I lowered my hand, letting her inspect ...he damage. ‘You’ll live.’ She finally said. I grunted and turned my face toward the couch. ‘I’ll get you some ice.’ If it meant that we could overcome this whole ordeal and go back to the way things were, I gladly would have accepted my punishment, bearing my shiner with pride. But things still seemed a little rocky and I had to play my cards. Upstairs, she and Mama had borrowed liberally, from the group home housing plans, hoping to eliminate, and to make unnecessary, a lot of stair climbing, including installing a small laundry, upstairs, as well as the larger one downstairs.Because of the construction that would be taking place, in our house in Ridgeline, we were going to limit our visits home on weekends. Mama had rented us a large house, where all of our possessions from Uncle Bunny's house were being stored. It wasn't large. He would push a bit and she would take it, then she would be more active in taking more into her mouth, until he was well into her throat. I thought for sure she would gag and, along with the looks on Elizabeth and Martin’s faces, I think the expression 'awe-struck' comes to mind as to our reaction. When I asked Jacqui later how she was able to do this, she attributed her ability to the training she had received from her 'aunt' who had her practice for hours on bananas. At any rate, as she puts. Shaking my head back and forth, and rolling my eyes, I just grab my meat, full fist, and start slowly stroking, up and down, squeezing just a bit to make the fuck juices start flowing out of my piss slit, and my big purple mushroom head begin to swell. In just a couple of minutes, I'm fully boned up. Jennie just stares in amazement, but then finally asks if she could touch it. I reach out and take her arm, and pull her in close. Taking her hand and wrapping it around my shaft, I 'help' her to.