I resisted the urge to touch her head and to stroke her hair. Instead, I dug my hands into the bedspread. I felt good (like, duh!), but if the truth b... known, there is nothing I find sexier than watching a woman giving head. Excuse me, there is nothing I find sexier than watching a woman who enjoys giving head giving head.Jenny enjoyed what she was doing, and I wanted to just study her face as she held me in her mouth. I can only say that, right then, hers was the most beautiful face I had ever. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given. (And it was a hell of a good orgasm from the looks on her.) I finally blurted out, ‘I see you’re enjoying that vibrator of mine?’”“Well when she heard me and saw me you should’ve seen her face. She was so shocked and embarrassed. I never saw a pair of knees close so fast in my life. I wouldn’t be surprised if she peed then, right there in her bed.”Both the girls were laughing out loud now. Emily slowly shaking her head, “Oh that poor girl. Ok, what happen then?”“Well, picture what I was seeing.. So much more than I could imagine not that long ago. It wouldn’t be a dream come true, as I’ve never had dreams that wonderful. I’m ecstatic just having their friendship. Their hopes? I try not to dwell on those, as I’d never get anything done.”“You’re still sleeping with them. Yes?” When she saw his face go even redder, she added, “I meant that in the original meaning of the word. While they don’t tell us everything, they tell us the truly important bits. And do you know why they keep us.