“Are you saying you’ve actually eaten at one?”“Sadly, I have,” said Hannah, smiling thinly.Phil actually looked hurt. “You’ve had White ...astle? I am shocked! How is it that my lady knows of White Castle, and yet has never spoken of it to her lord and master?”“Your lady is from Chicago,” said Hannah. “Where White Castles dot the landscape, and where a boy named Jack took me to one on a date one time.”“What’s this?” Phil apparently loved to role play, because he kept it going. “There exists. Take your time, lover. I know he likes it when you put some effort into exercising him, I mean not rushing it. Besides, I've got other plans for him on where to cum. Like maybe a nice warm mouth. Think he'd like that?That's it, baby. Nice and easy on his shaft, make sure you hit the rim of his crown on each stroke. Ignore that little droplet where he pees. That's only good on a tongue and you can't reach it. No man can, though so many continue to try. No, I don't think that it makes them gay, I. Jack was wearing the clothing they had given him last night, cloth trousers a bit too big and an un-mended blue shirt. His blond hair was a mess, showing he had gone to bed with it wet. Maybe she should get a comb from Polly..."You sleep OK?"He shrugged. Looking around, she found another stick. Rather than bend over, she extended a leg, using her toes to grab the slender item and bring it back towards her. Lifting the foot up, she snagged the stick. Jack's eyes were on her, that smile almost. We’ll take turns...”Mom beat me to it. “Deena can’t drive. You just tell me when we need to shuttle ‘er...”“Might do that, Mom. You’re on my list...”“Good. That’s what family’s for, baby. You just tell me what you need.”I hugged her. “Mom, you’ve been giving me what I need all my life.”Saying things like that to your mom will get your stuffings hugged out.“Where’s Stevie?”“Spent the night with school friends.”“Mom, he’s in the first grade...”“I know. And me ‘n’ Steve had a nice dinner out.