I never though of being deaf until I was in your bed that night. I thought about how my eyes would talk to you. How you would stare down into my pupil... and read my soul. And how like now, you would see the yearning in my eyes. Maybe I’ve had too much to drink. Yes? We have? Well, I don’t give a damn. And neither should you. You coil tightly around my body, press me hard into you. But you do it like a dance, like water. And you seem to coat every bit of me. With your flesh and with your hands.. "Then things got really bad between mother and Roberta. Mom didn't want Roberta to go to Dad's funeral, but she did anyway. Mom was blaming her for something. I never said anything to mother, but thinking back now I should have stood up for my sister." You shouldn't blame yourself. You were only ten. I was older by three years when my father and mother were having problems and I didn't know what was going on either." I know, Ginger. Of course I can look back now and Mom just told me what was. Stop it. Don't, oh...oh...ah...no."Regardless of how sick and wrong it was, Christy began appreciating his generous circumference and depth. Fully inside her, he reached under her chest and lifted her off the table and into a standing position in front of him, his one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding down her firm stomach and beginning to play with her clit as he held her against his muscular body."No, don't touch me there. Oh, oh...please...ah...stop it."He didn't stop. His fingers. ”“I completely forgot,” I said. “You just let yourself in?”“Your car was out front, I knocked but you didn’t answer. Thought you might be asleep, so I tried the door and it was open.”“How long were you watching me?”“Just about the time you took your pants off. Dude, you masturbate hard.”“Did you enjoy watching?”There was aa pause.“It was hot,” Gil said.Only then did I notice the bulge in his shorts.I don’t know what came over me.“Come over here,” I said.He hesitated for a moment, then walked.