"My friend wants to sit with someone else," she said, "Can I sit with you?"Always the tease, I acted as if I was thinking it over."Well... ," I said, ...Does that mean I won't get to pull your hair this morning." Yes... , Silly!" she laughed. "But if you're nice—maybe I'll let you." she giggled in that way little girls have that is so endearing.My dear little SeatmateI learned her name was Dora Mae Lindsey and she lived just a couple farms away from where our rented house was located.Although she. He kisses his way down her stomach, to the thatch of hair between her thighs. She can feel the heat already rising from her core. She spreads her legs to meet the invasion she longs for and knows will come, but he hesitates for one full moment before tasting her. The ache is both delicious and acute. He lowers his head and takes her into his mouth---lips, dripping entry, and tingling clit all at once. She thrusts her hips toward his face and moans loudly, the coil of pleasure. "AAAggh," was all I could mutter as his hands ran between my soft, pale thighs. He stroked my balls with his free hand and then pulled and pulled and kept pulling, providing such pain, and in my heightened state , such pleasure too. He squeezed too, gently at first and then with more determination until I was forced to cry out and beg him to stop. He turned his attention to my aching hole and roughly pushed in a finger, rotating it slowly as he moved it in and out.I moaned with the pleasure. "I'll try."That brought about another session of waterworks from her and I could see tears on Ardele's cheeks as well.My mother got up and came to me, knelt down and put her arms around me."Thank you, Patrick. I know I don't deserve it ... but thank you."It felt strange to be in her arms again. I could vaguely remember her holding me when I was young, but it was only a fleeting memory. I did feel some comfort with the gesture. I wondered if we could find our way back to being a family."I can't.