Why wouldn't I be normal?" I frowned. "How do you even know if you ARE normal?"She sighed again, and took another tiny stitch. "I could ask you some q...estions, but they'll be very personal." What kind of questions?" About your sex life." Eeep!" I gasped."See? That's one of the things that gave me hope. You don't flaunt it. I've even held out hope that you're still a virgin. Are you, honey?" She sounded so hopeful that it distracted me from the fact that my mother just asked me if I'd ever had. Weird damn kid. The wife was starting to make a fuss about those comic books he reads, and maybe she was right about those too. Maybe he’d pitch them all out in the morning. Had to do something to make the kid act normal for a change.Herb finished off the beer, grabbed another, and closed the fridge. The kitchen went pitch black, and it was a second before he realized why this was surprising: He’d left a light on in the living room, and now it was out. Maybe the bulb had gone bad. This almost. He could see her conflicted emotions seeming to battle for supremacy. He could see her memories, her father and tormentor, the way he would beat her until she wept, then force himself on her. He could see that she blamed herself, that she came to invite the abuse, flirting with her tormentor, thinking that it was the only way he could love her, the only way she could be loved.Inside his own mind, the rage threatened to break free, tried to escape the box he had shoved it into, tried to force. .please...cum?" Emily begged between moans. "Mmm. Not yet baby. Here, suck on this for me." Will sat up at the end of the bed and had Emily trade places with him. He laid back against the pillows while she settled between his legs. Gently, Emily grabbed Will's cock and slowly stroked it from base to tip and back again. After a few slow strokes she increased her pace and really started pumping him. Will could feel all the blood rushing to his shaft. "Please baby, suck it already." "Oh,.