Even with all the hard work he had done, mother-nature hit him square in the nose, and he sneezed on the moment of descent.Like a cork released from a...shaken champagne bottle, the flow of bellbeefer escaped Ron like a hot volcano. At that exact moment, his instinct told him to sit immediately, and he flopped down on the toilet seat, it shifted loosely below him. He felt his ass slide with the seat and another flow of demons spray escaped his pit. His groin slapped the inner workings of the bowl. It hardened that much it pushed its way through the slit of my pyjamas and against her thigh. Mom just continued kissing my head, unfazed to what my cock was doing.I started to breathe a little heavier, breathing in to the softness of her ample round tit under her nightie and trying not to think what was happening to my cock. Mom seemed to hug us tighter together until my face was pressed hard in to her tit and I could sense the warm air I was now breathing going through her nightie and on to. Now I just have to figure out what I AM going todo!March 14th 2013I'm still in limbo, but things are looking up. For one thing, my parentswere served a warrant and DNA tests are apparently being processed. I'vealso been told my rescue has led to Flight 816 finally being found.I got to watch video earlier of the wreckage being recovered. Veryeerie. They're also pulling out remains, and I can't help but wonder ifKatie was among those recovered.I can't help but feel I've left one cave for. “So what is the support group.”“It is for victims of family abuse,” she said with a little attitude in her voice.“Fair enough,” I said. “Church parking lot it is. What time?”“About 9PM,” she suggested.“Done,” I said and broke the connection.“I’ll bet you ten bucks, she was abused by her daddy,” M said.“You are on,” I said in agreement. “But her prior abuse is not my problem.”“Of course it is. Have you no shame?” Emily asked.“Of course, the shame for what I did takes up all my time. I have no.