When Shelby began to return to normal, after damn near falling off my lap and even scaring everyone a little, she looked sheepishly at us and just sat...back down on my dick. She blushed a little as she realized how everyone looked at her and then she stood up to face us all."Sorry, I just lost it. I've never quite reacted like that before, not to a good fingering or anything else like that. He touched the inside of my asshole and I felt the shivers, the cold chills of incredible pleasure. She laughed cheerfully and walked with us until she decided she needed to go check her babies.Granny Brown's room was the last room on her hall and by the time we reached it, we had hugged several necks and made assurances to those who needed them. Both of us were in tears, and we stopped outside the door to dry our eyes before going in. Granny was sitting in a chair at the window that looked over one of the flower gardens planted around the privately owned facility that felt more like a home. That week we shared the household duties and onseveral occasions I had to open jars or reach something on a high shelffor him. When we went out to a local hotel for a drink and a meal peopletreated me as the dominant partner, directing their questions to me andnot Mark. When they heard him address me as Jan they would becomeembarrassed as they understood our situation and that soon I would bethe woman in our relationship.It was a strange time. Every now and then Mark would speak to me like. "But flunking out, honey, there's no excuse for that. Not from you. And it sounds like the way you're going that's just what's gonna happen. But that's not what's gonna happen. In fact..." One last drag, and Helen crushed it out on her makeshift ashtray. "...I think you're going to fly this year, darling. I think." She folded her legs up onto the couch so she could face her son, and propped her head up on her fist. She stared at him with a thoughtful expression. "Drink."Mark brain flashed.