I'd love to have a clear idea of what you like to eat, and how often, but as long as you tell me when I fail to please you, and as long as you put up ...ith me asking when I'm puzzled, I think we can roll with the punches and keep you in clean clothes and solid foods." She was smiling, so I knew there was at least, a bit of mirth in her statement."What do you need, that I haven't thought of, or provided?"She was suddenly shy. "Honestly, Kevin. I am – we are – fine. You have been amazing, and I. I think it just goes to show what I've always known, that you really are a very caring person." I took a deep breath. "Look, how can I put this Clare? If you still want to comfort him, go ahead. I won't mind." It was a blatant lie. I did mind - I minded that she might now not do it.She kissed me full on the lips, her tongue seeking out mine. But I was impatient and I broke away."You know where he is, Clare. What are you waiting for?"I remained seated, continuing to look in her eyes as she got. She had returned to her business and her recent publicity seemed to have opened new doors of opportunity. I thought each time after we had hung up that she wanted me to say more.I had thought I might see them earlier in the day at the courthouse. But evidently they had previously given their testimony and in absence had been represented by their legal counsel.So tonight, I found myself back in the real world, ready to start a new life and very much alone. I had been celibate since our return.. His father’s hairy balls bounced against his mother’s asshole and seemed to be the very essence of manly power. Then he did hear his mother calling. “Billy, do you want to make daddy really feel good? Billy do something for daddy, stick your finger in his asshole and wiggle it!”Billy thought that was a little gross, but at this point he was willing to do anything to continue to be involved with the evenings events of ever broadening and deepening adventurous sex lessons. He took his right.