I concentrated on his movement now, making sure he didn't get so deep. "Oh yeah, do it, do it," he saidI felt his cock thicken and then felt his warm,...sticky cum shoot into my mouth. Moving my head back, I was able to swallow while still keeping him in my mouth. His cum tasted like salty cream of wheat... without any sugar. Swallowing again, I felt some of it spill out of my mouth, but I caught it with my fingers.I moved my fingers toward my mouth when he grabbed my hand and pulled it. He then. I was in that tornado back in November. I’d be dead if it wasn’t for this guy sitting next to me. I mean, he came into the store shouting that a tornado was coming. I was standing there like idiot and he’s taking charge of the situation. He’s dragging a woman and a kid into the cooler of the convenience store. I follow him in there just before the tornado hits.“The store gets busted up real bad, but we’re safe because that cooler room is really built solid. Afterwards, we go out and the kid’s. "Oh?" I asked, wanting her to continue."She wouldn't want me to tell you this, but it's more than vomit. I've seen specks of blood in the stool."Margaret reminded me of the cook and housekeeper we had at the Oldham house when I first came to live there. Like them, Margaret was not a gossip. She only spoke about things she thought I should know. "You said this has been going on for a year?" Like I said, she wouldn't want me to tell you," Margaret responded.Seeing that she was not going to answer. I… I mean, I didn’t think I fancied you,’ I blushed at the blunt comment. ‘Sorry, I…’ ‘No, me neither,’ she replied pragmatically with a smile. The kettle had boiled and Sarah went back to the kitchen. I relaxed on the sofa and by the time she came back I was fast asl**p… *** I woke several hours later having slept as well as I could remember. Sarah had placed a blanket over me and was now wearing a dressing gown and curled in an armchair with a book on her lap, looking at me with a fond.