Then, with her free forefinger, she slid it down along the smooth, dampened crevice between the tautly jerking mounds of Carol's wide-spread buttocks ...ntil she felt the tiny, puckered hole of her smoothly working anus! The willowy brunette's naked hips squirmed, spasming convulsively at the sensuous contact. Very gently, Jean began to press her finger-tip between the small, baby-like lips, forcing the tight little opening wider and wider apart as she wormed it almost imperceptibly... deeper and. He could hear and could only whisper. I thank God for that. He whispered to mom for a few minutes and I was fixed on what the monitor was displaying. His heartbeat. Slow and irregular. That I didn't take full advantage of the chances to spend time with this man is something I will always kick myself in the ass for. What kind of man was I? So wrapped up in my own self-pity that I took this man, my father, and my hero, for granted. I started fighting back the sobs that were welling up. I had to. Because you're so sleepy ... oh, so sleepy. Follow my voice, if you want sleep. Follow my voice down ... and down ... because comfortable, wonderful sleep ... is what you want." Please" I begged him in a hoarse whisper."Surrender now ... and sleep."I opened my eyes and laughed at Mommy. "That doesn't make any sense, silly!" she chided, tickling me in the ribs. I squealed with laughter and twisted away from her fingers, then tried to tickle her, and finally snuggled against her on the couch and. He ate slowly, knowing if he gorged himself he would be sick. She brought him a glass of water and he thanked her before taking a long drink. He could see no signs of anyone else living in the house, but still remained aware of sounds if anyone approached the house. She opened his pack and took out his first aid kit and motioned to his wounds. She looked concerned and he nodded. He took off his shirt and she peeled away his makeshift bandage. She took a pan of warm water off the stove and.