"Some clothes and her," he said, pointing to the doll." He turned tothe boy."Clothes. I must go. Grab the cart behind the cabin. You'll have tohelp yo...r mother." They no longer had another horse; the big sorrel hadbeen drafted for battle only weeks before. He went to walk out when hefelt a small hand tug at his tunic under his mail."I go with Papa?" No, my baby. You go with Mama and your brother." He stooped down andkissed her and hugged her before running out the door. The boy stood inthe. I suck that sound in and swallow it down – it seems to go straight to my cock – and pull her closer with the arm that's wrapped around her neck, giving her chest another squeeze while I'm at it.I almost bite her when her right hand joins her left. She milks me, one hand minding the base and my balls with unrefined but steady touches, the other tugging and pushing the upper half and the tip and God fucking dammit, either it's been too long or hand jobs are criminally underrated. Involuntarily, I. Leo continued muttering about badly dressed English girls as he knelt down and undid the bindings that held her board in place before digging it into the snow next to his own. He then gestured for Lucy to sit as he gently folded the outer part of her trousers up on each of Lucy’s legs. Lucy now sat knees bent, with her boots and calves exposed. Half smiling half frowning Leo worked to undo the laces on the boots, shaking his head laughingly from side to side as he worked, dimples marking each. Dallas,Tx 1982-83. My mother was never around due to her d**g addiction but I saw her everyday. In the mornings before school, I would see her out on the corner. Usually getting in or out of someone's vehicle. I lived with my Grandma and everyone pretended like it didn't exist. At the time, I knew my Mom was a crackhead but I didn't really understand what she was doing on the corners all night to the early morning. I think I knew, but I was just naïve I guess... So one morning I saw my Mom.