When she returned her face was clean and she was carrying four small bowls, spoons and container of orange sherbet."Jeez! What are you gonna do with T...AT?" Cindy asked."Eat it!" Katrina replied."What? You just ate a bowlful of piss-soaked shit and now your going to eat ice cream?" Cindy bellowed."Not ice cream, Cindy. Sherbet. Would you like some?" No thanks. Is that desert or something?" Cindy asked curiously."No, silly. It cleans your pallet." Katrina explained. "Makes your taste buds fresh. I realized that there was two parts to a good blow job. The sucking was one; the part when it came was the second. So with dirty thoughts that it would shoot off lots of come into my mouth, I was now on a mission! Being perhaps five 1/2 inches at most, I was taking it deep with my lips stretching on the bottom of Paul’s much thicker base. Its size and length were perfect as I was now taking it all in blissful glee. Now Paul was helping me by withdrawing his cockhead to just inside of my. " Then tell me what you're doing, " Jason said in a voice that was more pleading than angry. His eyes traced the outline of his father's weakened Aura. "You didn't get that power yourself. It didn't give it to you. You took it."Henry folded his arms and gave his son a grave look. "Do you really think I am at liberty to discuss matters like that?" You're playing with fire, Dad," Jason said in a quavering voice. "I should know. I got burned badly. You're going to get burned as well."Henry paused. After his death she’d began volunteer work in the city library system. It was during this volunteer work that she’d developed an interest in her family genealogy. With the help of the family Bible, which was jealously guarded by her Mother, Christina, she’d been able to trace her family roots back to her Great Great Grandfather, Emilio Mendez, and his Wife, Liliana. Emilio was a dirt poor farmer in New Mexico Territory in the late 1850’s thru the 1880’s, barely able to feed himself, his wife,.