More importantly, they could probably give me, could have given me, excellent advice on the situation.I decided that I should talk to them, though I d...eaded it, now that I had kept it from them for so long. Nevertheless, I asked if I could talk to them after dinner."What's up, son?" my father asked.I sighed and said, "I need to tell you about something that I have been doing." Deciding to tell them the unvarnished truth, I proceeded to discuss the situation with Helen, how that led to me. Not after what Kim had said to her.”“What did... ?”“I won’t repeat it, Ken,” she answered. “But after hearing how angry she is, I wouldn’t feel safe with the two of them in the same apartment.”“Kimmy wouldn’t hurt me, Sherry.” Jenny’s voice came from against my body, sounding soft and hoarse. “You should know that.”“Jen, she was doing a good job of hurting Ken earlier tonight. I don’t want her turning on you, too. And she might, I’ve seen this sort of thing before.” Sherry sighed. “Maybe after. ..!" She clawed at the sheets and bucked her hips wildly. She screamed, "Yes...!" When she finished, I slowly withdrew my finger. I was careful to stay away from her sensitive clit. When she finally relaxed, I slid up next to her and held her. "I loved that. Did you?" she asked. I replied with only with a smile. Then said, "Can we make this cum eating a regular thing, from now on?" She replied, "Are you k**ding? You bet we can. It feels so good after you've finished fucking me. You know, most. I was staring at the ceiling above my bed, just like in the dream. My heart was pounding with excitement and I had a boner ready to explode, just like in the dream. And there was someone holding my feet!I sat bolt upright in alarm and looked to the foot of the bed, half expecting to see Tabatha in her white bikini. She wasn’t there. No one was there. The tingling in my feet from poor circulation slowly dissipated. My cock strained and my balls ached. I threw my head back against the.