He was a guy! Surely a blow job wasn't the same as fucking another woman?! How could it be?!That seemed to help; and I stood there, trying not to make...too much noise moaning, as I felt Jack's incredible mouth coaxing out of my balls yet another load of cum! I stood there, eyes closed, as I tried to picture Jack on the other side as he worked my cock; and though I didn't really know exactly what he looked like (not that it really mattered), the image of my cock disappearing into his mouth. Between his shapely thighs, his male parts peeked shyly out--laughablysmall and pathetically erect! His hands,confined inside tough,organically-grown leaves, looked more like green paws. His cute, pert-nosed face was smeared with dirt but the full, red lips still lookedinvitingly sensuous, and his dark hair was a wild, leaf-strewn tangle."This would be so much easier if I could stand up and walk!" He thoughtto himself, feeling the tightness of the tough vines that held hisankles to his thighs. ’ ‘What? Money? What have you gotten yourself into?’ Now he sounded suspicious. ‘I can’t tell you. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. I need eleven hundred dollars and I need it now.’ ‘What the fuck Nicholas? Is this some sort of sick joke? Are you high?’ He could hear his mom in the background, asking what the problem was. ‘No. I need you to trust me dad. Please… you could save somebody’s life.’ There was no response. ‘Please dad, you know me,’ he begged, ‘I haven’t done anything wrong. It. Nah, Anna's just haunted in ways we can only imagine. Imagine blowing away your own brother?" Many times, he's an arsehole!" For real? You live with that?" She's got this fantasy about him being killed by the Chechens. Don't sound like she's ready to deal with it. Kids do stupid things, tragedies happen, no-one's fault." What if she flipped out and shot him on purpose? Thought of that? What if she always was a little psycho? They had an argument, Anna grabs her old man's gun... blam!".