‘It ain’t no thing. I cry sometimes.’ ‘It’s different. You’re a girl.’ ‘I don’t see what that has to do with it. Girls and boys both...got eyes.’ That had to be the stupidest thing I had ever heard. I meant to tell her that it was. That she didn’t know nothin’ about nothin’. But I didn’t. As she started to leave, I worked myself up to say it. ‘You’re Kelsey Graves. Silas Long be your uncle.’ She shrugged to indicate that she thought this was pretty obvious. ‘Well, your uncle is who shot my daddy,. Let that beautiful pussy writhe about him. Make him explode!”“Yes, yes, yes!” the girl moaned, her body bucking and heaving. Her passion resounded through the room. It spilled over everything, these loud yells and moans. She bucked hard, her pussy squeezing around my dick.Her juices gushed out of her as her pussy convulsed. Her head threw back, allowing my wife to nibble at the coed's slender throat. Linda's fingers twisted those nipples while that delicious cunt spasmed and sucked about my. Licking the last drops from her lips, Amber moved from between my legs and lay beside me, resting her head on my chest. “God I’ve missed a real cock,” she said, “So much better than silicone.”Gasping for breath, I didn’t know what to say, so just kissed the top of her head softly.“I haven’t missed the taste of cum one bit though,” she laughed.As I recovered, I lay there stroking her hair as my dick slowly softened. I wondered what was going to happen, did she just need some sexual contact after. They all tried the normal treatments and therapies, but nothing worked. And both Caroline and her mom both balked at any heavy psychoactive drugs.”“So what helped her come out of that state we saw in San Diego?”“A combination of time and her mom. Getting her to come here was a good thing, even if you hadn’t used your patented ‘cry on my shoulder’ therapy. According to Kimberly, Caroline has up days and down days, and the few days she was here were up days. Then she went home and acted on what.