A particular artwork of Jasper breastfeeding Steven made anon blush, he couldn't keep himself from imagining what her quartzmilk would taste like.That...s when he heard a loud knock at the door.Anon quickly turned around to face the door, surprised by the concept of somebody wanting to enter his basement dwelling. He didn't think it could be his mother, since his mother has avoided talking to ever him since he dropped out of highschool five years ago.Instead of getting off his lazy ass to check. I reached out with my long tongue and pushed it hard against the tight muscle tasting sweat and soap. Slowly and gently I began to rim Gary, licking his anus and gently fucking him with the tip of my tongue. ‘Ooo, that feels good,’ Gary mumbled into the pillow. I carried on rimming him, spreading his cheeks apart to allow access. My cock was hard underneath me and I was really turned on. I lubricated my index finger with spit and gently teased Gary’s anus with it. Gary moved his hips again. I was here because I wanted to be with him and for no other reason. I had nothing material to gain in this bed, nothing but my pleasure and his, no advantage to win or message to convey but our expression of pure desire and longing. Glimpsing, so briefly, a kind of connection between man and woman that I had not believed existed, at least for me, all I wanted to do was make him some return for the love he had given to me, though it was almost unspoken and would remain so. Although I had a vast. I hated having to do it, and I especially hated having to be the bearer of these particular bad tidings. She'd beat herself up for not having been there, even with her mom as out of it as she'd been, and I was the reason she hadn't been able to be there.She took it about as hard as I'd expected. I told her as gently as I could, making sure I said "passed away" instead of the harsher "died"—I never have understood why it matters, they mean the same thing, but it does to most people—and her face.