“God help me. No. Beeg My head slammed back against the couch pulling my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my nipples. I couldn’t believe it, but I was resolved. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting more. But other than that we had nothing. I looked up towards the far side of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. I can’t believe this is happening. I want more now.” He said. “Yes and no. What does it matter? We are coming up on our fourth Christmas in the shelter, and I am determined to make this Christmas worth something for my son.
