She pressed herself towards him, her tits against his chest and she felt his manhood awaken, pressing against her.She disengaged from the embrace firs... and took his hand, walking towards the stairs with him following. She knew that he could see that she wasn't wearing any underwear, as his red shirt shifted with each swaying of her hips. Entering the bedroom she pulled him close to her as she laid down on the bed. His mouth and tongue felt so good against hers, his strong hands stroking and. They became as hard as marbles and very sensitive. I acted like a quite skilled for a young man, never losing sexual contact. With each stroke I used the length of my cock completely, the bulbous head pulling at the lips of her cunny on my outstroke, my groin slapping solidly into her ass when I drove myself back inside. My cock had a strong upward curve, and with every movement, the spongy head kneaded the rear of her channel. It was a sensation I had not experienced before. I was almost. I only realise the extent after I yank up to kneel on my haunches, the photograph fluttering a few feet. It catches in the crook of a stray twig where I glimpse her face. Almost a reflection, familial features strong. Bubbly and vivacious. Before the illness and doctors and medication stripped it all away. Before she put her faith in them over herself. Over me. Became a gaunt, hollow shell. Lost conviction. Lost her way.While the electrical storm around me still rages, I focus on her face. How. That’s the best I can do, Jen, so, please try to understand, okay?’ ‘I’ll try, Michael,’ she sniffled, wrapping her arms around my neck, ‘Just don’t go ten more years without talking to me again, please?’ ‘I promise,’ I smiled, kissing her soft cheek, ‘Okay?’ ‘I have a favor to ask of you, Michael,’ she softly said, ‘Will you come back to my place and spend the night…please?’ ‘Okay,’ I relented, ‘Let’s go…’ ~~~~~~ The thing that was wrong with me, as well as the reason that I got so defensive.