But I know how she feels; I felt the same way when my Bompa Sanderson died, and Mom held me and talked to me to get me to stop crying. She told me the... that it was normal, sometimes, to be mad at God, and that He understands when we are. But that we should never forget that He really does love us, and that sometime He lets us go through things like this so that someday we can help other folks get through their own hurts. I guess I can understand that, a little, but it still hurts. Anyway, Mom. I widened my eyes at her, trying to silently express that I thought this was a bad idea and she should stop, but she just smiled and cuddled back up against me, her hand continuing to sneak its way slowly up and down my thigh. I didn’t know what to say; I couldn’t say anything. Nor could I push her away as that would draw too much attention. I was incredibly tense and my heart was racing. My brain would have been racing too, if my blood supply not been in use elsewhere. I was so anxious and. The deep blue of the dildo looked very sexy as it moved gradually deeper and deeper into the pale, pink skin of her pussy. After she had as much of it in her as she could take, she paused, a sexy smile of satisfaction and bliss on her face. With her eyes squeezed shut, she turned the vibrator on and began to move it in and out. Slowly , at first, but building going faster as she got closer to coming. She grew closer to orgasm as she built up speed. "Mmmm....mmmm...ohhhhhh" she groaned loudly.. Now Timothy could not contain himself any longer. He walked up the chubby man, grabbed his ankle with one hand, and rubbed his cock in Mr. Oliver’s semen. Then, it slid inside the man's anus, and Timothy started pumping. The other men were looking with undisguised lust at the boy's smooth body as his hips were propelling his erection in-and-out of the chubby man's cum soaked asshole.Several moved forward, and some massaged Timothy's nipples, while others took turns cradling his balls.Then.