Even as she spoke the words, he knew she had more complicated feelings on the subject just below the surface.Willow felt herself drawn to Jimmy's eyes... It had been so long since she'd really considered a man that way that she didn't realize she was staring at him as he spoke. He was attractive, to be sure, a bit weathered from war and life in the bush, but it was more than that. He spoke respectfully, and he looked at her as she talked. She found herself looking away, almost shy, knowing she. "Just having a bad night." I sighed feeling close to tears, "I'm okay mum, really."Raising an eyebrow my mother hugged me to her, which sank my head between her boobs, then she loosened her hold and gave me a wry smile."Pity Maureen had to go." She said with a sad smile, "You and she seemed to be getting on so well." Mum!" I groaned and blushed.She laughed and I was forced to give a little smile despite my woes. We danced for a while, my mother holding me close to her, my head resting in the. I slowly palm his shaft and start moving my hand back and forth, lift his cock up and tenderly massage his balls with the other hand. Then, I lean forward and take one of the balls into my mouth, caressing it inside with my tongue; then the other. My tongue climbs up his shaft vibrating as it does so, which makes his hands cup into two tightly squeezed fists in my hair.My tongue reaches the tip, circling it until I hear him moan. Then I distance myself from him, looking up. He looks down, his. I still remember what happened as if it were yesterday. I still cry myself to sleep sometimes even now, almost six years later. I get so lonely sometimes that I want to do something, go somewhere, be with someone, but I won't! I refuse to be happy, to enjoy my freedom while he is in jail. I put him there and if he has to endure being alone, so will I. It isn't as difficult as it sounds because what I did to him is what I can't forget.That day, that horrible day, when Carmine called to tell me.