Ann is tall, and wears short shorts around the yard, or yoga pants if she's out for a walk or run. I've had a crush on her for a long while, but they ...eem to be a great couple, I wouldn't want to fuck it up for them. Then one day. Ann and I text when we need to talk about neighbor stuff—her husband does too sometimes, but he's less social. It was summer, one of those miserable humid nights. It was Saturday on a long holiday weekend and I'd been working stupid hours all week and no time to. He brought her back by saying, "At least, am I still your son?" Jason..." Her voice was feather soft. "You'll always be my son, and I will always love you more than you could know. Baby, have I been the cause of your unhappiness?" No mom," he said. "I've been the cause. It's not your fault that I'm crazy...or sick, as most people would probably say." You're not sick; it's never sick to love someone, and we never paid attention to what other people thought before, did we?"Janice had regained her. "Damn!" was I could say for a moment."Yeah, I'm a freak. Now you know my secret. Now you show what you're made of, Danny. What is it? Scared or excited? Told you it was possible," Kay challenged me.I didn't say a word. Instead, I started stroking her dick with one hand and fingering her cunt. Kay pushed her ass back at me and I caught the hint. My tongue probed her crack and I began licking it in earnest. The desire to rim her was just too powerful to resist. I wanted her with such intensity. If I had, you’d still be here, fighting. Then I wouldn’t have this huge ache inside. I recognize these thoughts as foolish, and I brush them aside. I focus on better, positive thoughts. On healthier imaginings. The other part of me is happy you no longer suffer. I couldn’t stand to hear you talk about the pain. It made me feel helpless, the simple words I had to offer seeming insignificant and paltry. The ache is eased simply knowing your pain is forever gone. I smile thinking of you.