.Chapter 3: Practice Makes Perfect Thomas grabbed his book bag from his room and started to head out. He took the bus while his sister had the luxury...of driving herself. This was more due to the fact that she was older, but he always felt like it was a sign that his parents loved her more than him, as silly as it sounded. On his way out he ran into his mother, who had now changed and was relaxing in the living room after an arduous business trip. Her legs were stretched out and crossed,. I can’t think straight; I can’t even see straight. And I think someone is in the house. I’ve locked myself in the kitchen office and am throwing up in a wastebasket. Here’s what I remember. I need to write this down. My head is so fuzzy.DruggedI went to that bar at about nine o’clock Saturday night. Susan and Rick introduced me all around to several people and everyone wanted to talk about Georgia and what they remembered. Mostly, it was pretty sweet and sort of a wake. All I had to drink was. She didn’t do that. His hands were on her face. Please, please. I can’t, I’ve never. Please, I’ve imagined, I’ve wanted so long. I want to watch. She could smell his muskiness, she could see the throbbing of his prick, she felt the heat emanating from it, and then the softness of its skin. She touched her lips to its warmth. Encouraged, he pushed his hips forward. She kissed it softly, then again, then again. Okay. Her lips parted and the tip of his cock entered her mouth. Okay, okay . . . she. Finally it detached and landed with a sizeable splat on the floor beneath them."Maybe you should get one of those black towels ready," Rub informed me. "I think it's going to be a big one too!" She added to that.I did as she asked, laying out the long black towel, stepping back again and looking up, just as to my horror, I saw Rub insert her pinky-finger into the mouth opening of the beast. I almost lurched at her, half expecting to see her take her hand away, missing her finger."Jesus!" I said.