In a weak, but clear voice, she said, "HiMiss Cathilynn. I'm so glad you're here. I was so afraid I'd be gonebefore I got to see you one last time. Pl...ase don't cry, Miss Cathilynn.It's better that I go to be with God. My whole life, everyone seemed tohate me, and I was never happy. I had no real friends except one, andshe is the one who found me and called the ambulance. I'm not angry atanyone, even the gang that attacked me, not even my father. It's toolate for anger, or hatred. Is everything. Truth is, I did want his cum inside of me. It was just that I didn’t want a child at my age, either..I felt his cock hit my G-Spot a few times before, but it was getting constantly hit, since he was speeding up. As he sped up, I could feel my boobs bouncing, up and down. It made me giggle. Everytime he kept hitting my G-Spot, I felt the pleasure shuddering my body. Everything being happened was just adding to my inevitable orgasm. I felt the pleasure suddenly explode throughout my body, the. George was starving when he arrived at the Dayton Hilton. He checked in at reception, carted his luggage to the elevator and then to room 505, he changed from his suit into a polo shirt and Dockers and headed back downstairs to the hotel restaurant. He normally tried to find better fare than hotel restaurants but this evening he didn’t feel up to going out, his trip from Tucson had taken most of the day. His departure was delayed four hours by maintenance problems on his United Airlines flight. I still had all the usual meeting, clients, and golf tee times so I only got to fuck either at the club or after I could claim it was bedtime. I had to virtually sneak around to fuck in my own house.Plus, the boys had to dress for polite company. I don't think any of them owned any normal underwear anymore, but it wasn't as entertaining under regular pants and standard shirts.Still, the truth was that none of the boys - except Zane - could go longer than two days without being fucked and I.