We watched you grow, but worried. We were older than most of the parents of your friends. Still, we watched with joy as you grew. We shared your excit...ment when you made discoveries about everyday things, bringing to us a sense of newness we had long ago lost.As we got older, your father started to sicken. We hid that from you. We didn't want to hold you back. We knew you would have forgone school in order to stay with us. Now I fear it is my turn. I don't fear for me, but for you. I know you. I noticed a small smile creep across her face when I calledher by name, but it quickly disappeared."But I don't want to..." she started to say before I interrupted her byholding up my hand. She quietly trailed off before she could finish hersentence."You're doing great," I told her. She opened her mouth again to argue,but I smiled and continued before she could. "You've improved with everyattempt. Kate is just picking on you because you are setting a goodexample for everyone else."I saw. Between the sweat building up and him spitting on my hole he began to rub his head on my hole and started to push in. I gasped at the pressure and he continue to push in and pull out until his huge head popped through and slid about half way into me. I gasped loudly and he just held his cock there until I relaxed. Once I relaxed he pushed all the way into me without any issues. He put his right leg up on the bench next to me and began to fuck me with long deep strokes. He grabbed my shoulders. Michael was sitting in her cleavage smiling. Then she lifted him out andhanded him to me. I stuck his feet into my cleavage, he kicked a littleand they jiggled around. While I was lowering him down his foot extendedand rubbed my nipple, with that on top of the squishing, I let out amoan. I quickly covered my mouth."Oh it's okay honey, it happens," Ms. Arthur reassured me.Michael made his arms straight, so he wouldn't fall through my cleavage,and then he stuck there. He was pressing down pretty.