She was diagnosed with post traumatic stress." God Damn it, of course she was stressed. She didn't know if her only child would live through the night... She had every reason in the world to be upset. Her whole life was falling apart. I'd sure like to know which chemicals aren't balanced and how they can tell when they are." I don't know about that. All I know is she can hardly do anything by herself now. My father does most of the cooking and housework. I almost feel guilty being another person. I could feel her pussy spasming against my face as she orgasmed, her juices slick against my lips and tongue. Eventually she subsided and carefully lifted herself up. She looked down at me. That was fantastic! Both Lynne and I laughed at the croak in Sues voice. As she said this she carefully eased herself off and I used the tissues to not only wipe my tummy but also my face. I was a bit of a mess! Can you do it to me? Lynne asked quietly with a nervous expression. I happily agreed and told her. ‘Who is it?’ Janice called out hesitantly, praying Deacon Virgil was not outside her apartment. ‘It’s me, your father. Open the door, Janice, we need to talk’, he answered. She quickly opened the door for her father. One look at his face and she knew he was furious. ‘Are you OK? Are the twins OK? ‘, he asked first. On cue both children came in and hugged their grandpa, Troy held on a little tighter than usual. ‘They’re fine, daddy. Why are you here? Daddy is everything alright?’ she asked,. I deeply breathed in and out with each thrust of her hand that jerked my cock. She pulled the covers back to reveal my naked body below to her, and the sight of my throbbing cock in her grip as her hand twisted at her wrist offering the gentle jerking movement within.It didn't take long before my own body began to get involved, as my hips began to rock with the motion of her jerking my hard erect cock in her hand. Rolling and raising my hips a little, as my cock thrust in and out of her grip as.