She has her eyes shut with a big smile on her face while she plays ’I Believe’ from memory as it’s her favourite Frankie Laine song.“Every tim... I hear a newborn baby cry or touch a leaf or see the skyThen I know why I believe.Why I believe.”The audience is silent while the last notes fade off into the walls. Then they break out with applause at the lovely rendition of the song. The spotlights fade out and the stage is black again.A bright blue spotlight comes up on Greta standing in the middle. With the price of failure so high we wasted no time in building up a steady rhythm, stroking each others pricks as we would like it done to our own. Matching one anothers movements the obscene tableau unfolded before our eyes. Every now and then Naomi would flash out her tongue and take turns using the wonderful muscle on our swollen, cum laden balls, whilst we continued to toss each other off. After a minute or so of this ridiculous game, I felt Scott's grip on my tormented prick harden as he. "No, of course not. Where's your mom?" Sundays she has breakfast with her friends. Later on she will play cards with them. It's her Sunday thing. So maybe we can keep each other company today?" Sure." The boy said, wondering what this would lead to. Maybe she would pull his cock out and play with him while he massaged her young tits. He couldn't help but wonder if her bathing suit concealed the same shaped breasts he had seen in his dream last night. Judd was hard, his bathing suit tented and. I'm hurting him, but I can't stop it. Hurting him is the last thing I want to do, but I must protect myself because..." The tears welling in her eyes overflowed and streaked her cheeks. "Because someday he won't come back. If that happens and I've given him all that I am, I won't survive the grief. I'm holding back to survive, and that feels so selfish of me." Surviving isn't being selfish, Grace," I said."Sure it is," Agnes said. "But there's nothing wrong with being selfish to survive. Make.