You see your mum at school and are reminded everyday ofwhat you've lost. So, back to my original question, do you find it hard?" I found it harder tel...ing my mum not to visit me in hospital, becauseMary-Beth's parents wouldn't visit her. Mary Beth really missed herfamily and it was just hurting her more for her to see me having a goodtime." You're avoiding the question," I pointed out, not wanting her to avoidthe point. I also didn't know much about her past and was worried that awrong phrase. My problem was handled. And that was it. My father and I understood each other. Aunt Sarah was less understanding. She had lived with us since I was ten, since uncle Jonas had died sticky and black, waving his dead hand and trying to figure out how you spelled leukemia. She was tall like daddy, and they had the same eyes, but what looked kind on him looked sneaky on her. We’d existed peacefully enough for five years. Aside from her begging me to grow my white hair long, which my mother also. “I am imagining what your fingers would feel like inside me.” I tell him a little breathlessly. ‘Lets find out.” Is his quick reply. He starts rubbing my thigh back and forth going up higher each time. It is making me so wet. “You have got to stop I am getting so wet.” I tell him. “but I thought you wanted to know what my fingers felt like inside you.” “No you have to stop or I will cum if you touch me pussy.’ I plead with him. “ that is what I want from you and you must obey.” he commands me.. Slowly, Sam stands and pulls off her shirt. Spencer’s hands immediately go to her exposed chest, pushing her breasts together, taking each nipple one at a time into his mouth. He sucks and licks the hardening nubs. Sam guides him to sit back against the headboard. Then she breaks away and helps him by pulling off his shoes, pants and boxers.“Just sit back,” she coos. “I’ll do the rest.” She grins and flicks her tongue out at him.Spencer follows her command. She stands and pulls off her pants.