We lived just outside central London in a 4 bed detached house. My Dad had a well-paidjob with the civil service and was also a keen gardener, amateur...photographer and DIY’er. My Mum was a housewife who worked part time for ‘pin money’ and excelled in cooking and dressmaking.As kids we always had lots of pets – cats, dogs, rabbits etc.Our idyllic life suddenly came to an abrupt end when I was 12 and my Dad suffered a stroke became and could no longer work. Subsequently my parents had to. She held mygaze and tightened her fingers around my hair. Her otherhand continued to hold my chin as she stared at my made-upface. Very briefly, she brought her face close to mine, andtouched her lips to mine. It wasn't really a kiss, but abrushing of our lips. I could feel myself melting into her,becoming her. My eye shadow, the same shade as hers,blended into her. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was to re-create me inher image. My hair, dyed the. This was something she always had wanted to do, to get this close to a man, to touch him, to make him enjoy. Kyle didn’t seem to have anything against it, he didn’t do any resistance anyway, but then again he was very weak. Still she continued. When she got as far as to the navel she unbuttoned his belt and noticed a small swelling beneath it. She smiled inside, Beatrice knew exactly what that was. She put her hand on it, caressed it. She watched the swelling grow. And although it was a few. She smiled eagerly.Without even hesitating she licked the tip of my throbbing cock. Then she began to envelope it with her soft lips, spreading warm saliva over the entire length of my shaft. She broke her lips away from my cock and sucked on my hairless balls, already tingling with intense pleasure, and then returned to my cock.She sucked harder and harder, rubbing my balls with her fingers, until I began to groan with excitement. This was the greatest blow job I had ever had. She kept going.