But you have to know you only do this type of thing when you love folks in a special way, not like you love you parents and stuff. Greg, do you love I...abelle? He said a resounding yes. Belle, you love Greg too right? She said with all move heart. I looked at Cecil (who was just starting to look up now from his shame) and asked him do you love Belle and Greg? He looked at them for a sec, then me, and said yeah. Not a real convincing yes, but more or less to try and justify this was right to do. . . girlfriend.”“It’s a little big for a jewelry box.”“Yeah. You know what I worked on all last summer? I need to put a matching handle on it.”Wayne and his dad worked side-by-side in the shop all afternoon. He’d taught Wayne everything he knew about woodworking and was happy to show him some new techniques as well. Wayne planned to use a mortise and tenon corner joint, but his dad had a new machine that would cut a blind secret mitered dovetail. When the pieces slid together, you couldn’t see. I let him cum in my mouth but let it ooze out. That was not my favorite taste but I was so caught up in the moment that i just let it happen. Plus this was really erotic. He laid there for a minute and i laid my head on his chest and I was still hard. I didn't care. This was weird anytime I was with a woman I would have never just laid there with a hard on. He didn't waste anytime before he reached down and started to play with me. He then asked if I have ever tried anal with a girl. I said yes. But where did his loyalty lie? What did he know about her? Supposing she was just another neighborhood hooker with a more refined approach? Maybe she was hung-up, too. These bitches had habits they'd kill for. He ought to know that! Yeah... you ought to know that, Mr. Cannon! You've got no eyes, remember? And it was just one such darling little bitch who had thrown the acid that destroyed them!Mark sighed and drew at his cigarette. He hadn't slept worth a damn, his brain working overtime trying.