I wasn't really sure how I felt about that, but after watching, I could tell JR was comforting her, not trying to be passionate.While JR snuggled with...Cindy, Jim was busy with my boobs. He wasn't sure of what he was doing and it showed. I told Jim to slow down and be gentle. He must have been listening because his grip on my boobs lessened.I heard JR whispering to Cindy. He told her everything was okay and that she was safe with him. My heart jumped as I listened to him—I was so proud he was. Most were fantasists or chickened out of an actual meet for whatever reason, some were wanting more than to just masturbate together, but out of the successful meets that went ahead, all were one-off wanking sessions, never to be repeated for various reasons. One of these was a guy, we'll call him Jack (not his real name of course), he replied to a post I had placed in a masturbation forum, he had all the same tastes in porn as me, DP, Blowbangs and Gangbangs. Like me, he had also had a similar. It sounded sorta like Bill, but then Bill was always a jokester. Well he used to be one, but since Cindy was killed he didn't joke around much anymore. Oh coffee's ready, I'll get you a cup."I went to the cupboard, grabbed a big mug like mine, and poured us both a cup. I put a drop or two more Dew in mine and put the ceramic jug back up in the cupboard."May I ask what is in the jug?" That is sometimes referred to as my medicine it's a blend of old Irish whiskeys called Tullamore Dew. My dad got. I know that you usually drink coffee with the rest of us, but would you rather have had hot tea of some kind?”Kei smiled at her while shaking her head. “Coffee is excellent. When I was growing up, my father insisted that we drink green tea as our most common non-alcoholic, hot beverage. He, of course, often drank sake and beer, but would not allow the women of the household to do so, saying it was not becoming. My husband, probably wanting to make an impression on my father, insisted that we.