” Sarah took off my other towel and dried me off. We sat back in my bed and she turned on the TV so I could fall asleep. I laid my head down on her...chest using her boobs like pillows. Sarah started to play with my hair a bit, stroking her long fingers through it. “Do you still feel yucky?” Sarah asked. I nodded yes and she moved me more in front of her. I laid more in-between her legs, which she slowly wrapped around me. She started to kiss the top of my head while massaging my arms and then. He lowered his head a moment…caught his breath and whispered the question of who she was… and why he couldn’t see her… in fact could see all the way through her. It must be a dream he whispered and raised his head again. She was small… with a tight pussy. When his tongue first entered her she could feel it expand her all around and his stroking was perfect. He found her spot and rubbed it and somehow kept his chin busy against her clit…rubbing sideways, forward and rearward with ease and. She looked like she had lost the meaning to her life. I was now all that she had left and so I decided to stay there with her until she felt better. However it was agradual decline and very painful to watch. I tried to keep her spirits up,hell I even dated women so that the dream of grandchildren might give her the will to live, but she joined dad in the graveyard less than three years later. My best friend from high school, Robin, comforted me at the funeral. As he hugged me I felt a more. “Yes. I mean no. I– I– have exams. I can’t go.” He was stuttering now. I brought out the steaming cups. Travis had retreated into the corner of the couch looking terrified. His cup shook and coffee sloshed into the saucer.He stammered, “Thanks.” He spilled more coffee, apologized. I could barely hear him now. Then he started talking rather at random about our mutual friend. Did he not know why I’d asked him over? Again he asked, “Where’s Rachel?” this time almost desperately. Realizing he.