The feeling was wonderful. I think I was enjoying as much as he was. He put his hands in my hair and started to massage my hair. My hands were on his ...ss and I was pulling him towards me. He was too big but I tried my best to take him in, pleasure him to the fullest. From his expressions, I guessed I was doing a great job on him, He was pushing into me and I had to move a hand between us to stop him from pushing too deep.Suddenly, he picked me up and put me on the sofa. I laid back and relaxed,. I would rather die myself because I couldn't stand the guilt if she did. Ever since my mother died, I have felt guilt - I should have been able to stop it. I was supposed to be protecting her, and I couldn't." Elise, my first thought was that you were wrong to feel that way. Those other deaths weren't your fault. You shouldn't feel guilty because you couldn't stop them. Then it hit me - if you were wrong to feel that way, so was I. All these years I have been wrong. I just could not see the. ” I moved down between the valley of her breasts and stomach trailing the way with my tongue. She arched her back to greet its arrival at her mound the closely cropped carpet of her pubic hair brushing against my tongue. Using my fingers I parted her lips and sought out her clit with my tongue. I pulled back and for a moment admired the sight. Her chocolate complexion, accentuated the rouge of her clit and inside the sweet folds of her dark lips. A sliver of white milky juice oozed from inside.. Tim had one asset that he really never thought about. He had a long, thick manhood that would be the envy of many men and wanted by many women. It hung half way to his knee, with a big, fat purple head. When it was hard, the thick blue veins would fill will blood, and it stood straight up. He stepped into the hot water of the shower. It ran down his crippled body, bringing his sore and sleeping muscles to life. Tim loved his morning showers, besides waking him up it always made him think of.