We stuck to the missionary position and I only rarely consented to giving them head. Now I was constantly fantasizing about giving head to my own cous...ns! And my thoughts didn't stop there. I wanted to fuck my cousins, to feel their hard cocks in my eager pussy. I thought about pleasuring them both at the same time, one cock in my cunt and one in my mouth. I remembered a porno that I had once seen where a woman took a cock in her pussy and one in her ass at the same time. At the time I had. He had tried all his life to not cause issues, to stay out of their way. But nothing he did could please them. His father would protect him to a point but never seemed to be totally in his corner. The only one that loved and cared for him was his mother. Yet in the end, even she proved faithless in his moment of triumph and need. Was it his suddenly strong ability that scared her, or was it the fact he was able to do anything at all. The way he was finally able to use his gifts proved strange.. The slightest sensation can be its trigger-an image, a scent, a touch, real or imagined. Even my most buoyant of moods is subject to the quick stab of memory, like a slap across the face. Nights and mornings-the worst times for distant lovers. I lie in bed in the evening, unable to sleep. The evening drifts into the early hours of morning, which bear witness to my fits and starts. These are the times for melancholy, when the expense of a day’s energy has worn me down, and left me only able to. My daughter begged me to go out and buy her some things from the general store. Number 2 pencils, Bic brand pens, a note book, bar soap and a shampoo and conditioner combination. I got everything except the shampoo and conditioner. The isle they were in had so many choices I had no idea what to buy. I finally found the bag of stuff where I assume I left it near the kitchen counter. I grabbed the bag and headed up the stairs to drop off Angela's requests. As I arrived at her door I knocked.