” Cricket gave the card to Mr. Santangelo and he looked it over. She could tell that he knew it was legit. She even saw him tear up when he saw his...wife’s handwriting. "Annie O'Hara is your fucking mother? he sniffed." "Was. She died last Fall. Cancer. Fucked huh?" A tear escaped Cricket's eye. "Annie was a fuckin' angel to my Joanie... She was your mother?" Cricket just sobbed softly. Reaching into his desk drawer the Don produced a Kleenex which he offered her. Then he tapped at his desk. ”“He was still standing there when I took my dress off, I turned my back to him so that I could lay my dress over the chair,” Christy whispered, “Then he said, okay, a sensual massage it is then, sweetheart, but please stop me if I go too far.”“Wow!”“I said, if you go too far? So you literally do massage me everywhere?” Christy panted, “And he said, yes, everywhere, if you’re okay with that?”“Please tell me that you said that you were.”“I was standing there in just my bra and thong and I smiled. She ran her hands through my hair and pulled me closer, pressing my head harder against her fluttering chest, encouraging me to work her nipples harder with my mouth. "Ahhhh yes, Greg, yeeees! Bite my nipples, baby, finger my pussy, harder, faster! Oooh god, I'm so close... I'm gonna cum aaahh!"Her snug vaginal channel gushed more and more nectar as I increased my finger-fucking tempo while rubbing her clit faster with my thumb. I was thrilled to hear her whimpers and moans of pleasure getting. “I can‘t,” I said.“You can tell me anything, you know that,” she continued.I looked at her and took a deep breath. I was scared about what I was about to say. Then I just blurted it all out.“I was masturbating, but I can‘t cum, I have been trying for weeks and I can‘t cum.”Mum looked at me and I saw her mouth open in surprise. She looked down at my hands and then back to my eyes.“I can cum when Amy and I do it together, but now, on my own-” I sobbed several times.“You masturbate with Amy?” she.