"My face fell for a second as I had hoped to go to Anna's this afternoon.Then I perked up as I thought about helping make Christmas special forthe gir... I loved. "No problem Mum. Let me help put all of this away and then after lunchI'll gladly help."Mum turned up the dimmer as the closing credits of A Christmas Carolcame up. Patrick Stewart hadn't done a bad rendition of Ebenezer Scroogebut I still think that Alistair Sim is the best. We leave for church ateleven so we had two hours to kill.. "Only shorts when you're not wearing jeans," May said, "Just a touch of lipstick." It would be so much easier," Martha agreed."No way!" I protested."But you said you would do anything!" Martha reminded me."I meant chores!" I explained."Well think of this as a chore," May chuckled, "I'll get my powder compact."I looked at Martha, "You're not serious surely?" I asked."My sister is very religious," Martha said, "She idolises Pastor Taylour, it's best to humour her." Ok," I agreed, "I wouldn't want. I started fulfilling my duty and slowly tongued her pussy."Can you taste how hard he was? Can you taste how much he made me cum?" She asked. I told her I could. While I sucked on her clit I began to finger her as well. She moaned and told me how she sucked his cock. "It was so good. He's so big. It tastes so good in my mouth. I let him cum in my mouth. I loved it." She told me while my face was buried in her pussy.She almost never let me cum in her mouth. Certainly not by her choice. The fact. He decided to stay down there the past two summers to live out his life in freedom. That freedom he so wanted cost him his girlfriend. He was coming back now, took the fall quarter off. The school psychiatrist strongly urged it.He was seventeen when he left. He had taken the leap I couldn’t. He skipped the grade. He was always eager to test the limits. Now those limits were testing him.I laid in bed thinking about him, trying to fall asleep. He was so happy when he left. I loved being around.