Mom's brother is in prison in Texas for selling drugs, and her parents died when we were little. She told us there were no great-aunts or great-uncle... left." "Do you know exactly how much money you two receive from your father's pension?"Anita gave her what we knew. "And they said something about with Dad dead and Mom in the hospital, we should get some extra from Social Security, but that it takes like a year to get started. . Whatever makes him happy."Jolene frowned. "Sounds a lot like they used to tell us marriage was -- but it ain't."Pete nodded. "It's more like it was a couple of hundred years ago. Without him, you're nothing -- nobody. Look, I could bullshit you, but we're short on time, so I'm gonna go with the bald facts. He will OWN you -- period! You want it -- it comes from him. If he's happy, you're golden -- but if he isn't you're in deep shit! I really don't know how to make it clearer..."Jolene nodded,. He took it out of my gym shorts and started jerking me off. He was making it pretty obvious that he didn’t want to suck my cock but he was returning the favour none the less. As he started wanking me harder and faster I let out a “I’M GONNA CUM, DEAN!” and he opened his mouth as wide as he could and I shot my load on his tongue and all over his already cum stained beard. It was so intense I fell forward and was pushing my entire cock into Dean’s mouth as it kept pulsing and pulsing leaving my. ... how would these 'touch' experiments be performed?” I ask, a bit unsteadily.“Well,” you start after getting more comfortable on your couch. “First I would touch your beautiful breasts over your shirt...fondling them...feeling the heavy weight of each one filling my hand.” I close my eyes and listen, as your rumbling voice continues. “Take your little hands and feel your breasts through your shirt.” I do as I am told. I lean the phone between my shoulder and my ear, as my hands rise slowly up.