Mom screwed up her flushed face as if she was trying to stop herself from saying what she was about to say. "Are they," she blurted out, "Those things...of yours. Are they aching again?" They're always aching, Mom," I sighed. Did we have to go through this again? "I won't be long. I just need to do what I have to do, that's all. It's no big deal now you know all about it."My mother didn't say anything but stared at me intensely for a long time. A very long time. As if she was making a decision,. I spoke of certainty, an assurance one has with oneself. There is no devil on one shoulder, angel on the other. Only the for sure, unequivocal knowledge that there will be a consequence, and I will damn my future self for the glory of this moment. Hallellujah. Sermon's over."Lets freshen our drinks and finish playing" I said. My timing was so perfect, she had just mentally committed to planting herself, baggy, wet, no longer so transparent clothing and all, on the short side of my sectional. It. He continued shallow thrusting and slowly descends himself upon her, dipping into her and tearing her hymen where she gasped a little to the sudden pain. He didn't stop. Maintained his pace in her and kept repeating how tight she was. After a couple of minutes, she said she was relaxed and started to enjoy the sex. She now understood why women says they have their needs too. The best part have yet to come for her. He removed his shaft and some blood was seen on his shaft she claimed. He cleaned. She understood the feelings of being alone in the world and could empathize with the older woman.Kelly shook the thoughts of being alone out of her head. If Muriel could make it on her own with just a little help from caring individuals, then so could she, but she was starting to see why the "James Gang" could be so motivated. They were in many ways a family of their own choosing.Kelly said goodbye to Sheila and headed down the hall to Muriel's room. She had almost cried on her third visit when.