..decent." Oh!" he responded a second later. "Ok."I heard them shuffling back toward the door. The last thing I heardbefore the door closed was, "Sinc... when do you have a sister?" Come on," Mom said when the coast was clear. "Let's get you out of thatwig."---Fifteen minutes later the wig had been stored in the armoire, the dresshad been hung up in Sarah's closet, and I was wearing a silky pink pajamaset. It was nearly 11 at night, and I was ready for bed.Apparently Mom had given Austin. It was a large, detached house, slightly modified to resemble a health clinic, though it very clearly still looked like a home. It had a cozy feeling that many real hospitals lacked. Amy knocked on the large wooden door and a woman wearing only a thin silk dressing gown answered. She looked around thirty, naturally beautiful, with pale skin and curly brown hair that stopped at her neck. Her gown was tied at the waist, but remained loose above, revealing her ample breasts down to the areola, and. 'It's your daughter.'Susan Denton looked at her watch and frowned. With a mother's intuition she knew something must be wrong. 'Jade. What's up?''You better get home mum.' Jade's voice betrayed her normally stoic approach to all emergencies.'What's wrong? Is it Stuart?''Sort of. Just come home. Please.'On the twenty-minute drive back to her house all manner of possibilities ran through the mother's mind. Everything from a bad cut to a broken bone right up to a freak twister that knocked down. With her left, she gently lifted and dropped my ballsack, pulled it down a ways then let it flop back into position, and rolled and squeezed it in her hand, going at about the same pace as her ther hand. The lotion was very warm, but not hot, and her hands were really soft and smooth, as opposed to my hand. Plus the angle she was rubbing at was on the opposite side of the way I rub it at, and that made it feel even better because those nerves weren't used to being stimulated as often. She kept.