Langzaam laat ik me op hem zakken en ik voel hoe hij me oprekt en in me glijdt. Ik berijd hem. Het is zo lang geleden dat ik met hem ben geweest. Mijn...pik is hard en staat rechtovereind. Zijn ballen drukken elke keer als ik helemaal omlaag gezakt ben tegen de mijne aan. Ik kijk over mijn schouder naar hem en zie dat hij zijn ogen dicht heeft. Zijn handen op mijn heupen en ik geniet van hem. Het voorvocht lekt uit mijn pik. Ineens lijkt hij het beu te zijn en duwt me opzij van hem af. Hij kruipt. They'll direct the driver." The guy said, "No sweat, you order enough for delivery anyway. The driver will be right there."Up at the two cars, I began pulling the tank loose to replace the pump. This was a tough job, but I used a piece of plywood between the tank and the little bottle jack that would hold up the tank while I pulled the fuel pump.I should probably have had the garage that charged the lady to come get the car, but I was wasting too much time today. It was almost noon and I had. “Do you want it there now?” She looked at him and nodded. He smiled. “Put it in your ass, then.”She slid it out of her pussy, used her hand to put the head of it against her asshole. It was still very sore, from all the use the day before. “Is it sore, baby?”“Very.”“But you still want it there?”“Yes, Sir.” Her pussy had definitely made it wet enough, but the head felt so big. She tried to keep breathing and pushed back. The head of his cock spread her wide. The soreness made it hurt,. .. Could we skip to the part when you tell me who died?"Silence."Mum... Are you there?"She was there, obviously. I could hear her breathing, trying to find the right words. "You're scaring me. What happened?"I heard her sighing once more, then she pronounced those words I never, ever, wanted to hear: "It's your friend... It's... Dylan..."Eight letters, eight letters were enough to shake the floor under my feet.I sat on my couch, desperate."What happened to him?" I have no idea of WHAT,.