I picture myself kissing his shaft and licking his balls, or feeling his perfectly trimmed stubble tickling my pink snatch while he'd be circling my c...it with his wet tongue. Just the mere thought of whispering a dirty 'fuck me' into his ear or screaming out his name while he licks me to my orgasm makes me soaking wet. I know this is wrong, but I'll get crazy if I don't tell anyone, and I know you, dear diary, won't betray me and won't judge me for my perverted crush on Mr. Joules. It feels. Suddenly Jason Roberts was standing over me; his hands reaching down; tearing aside my blouse and bra with strong young hands and then unzipped himself. ‘I’ve seen how you look at me Mrs. Andrews, you bitch, how you look at my crotch when you think I’m not looking, well here it is, this is what you wanted and this is what you are going to get!’I sat, frozen in fear, unable to tear my eyes from the huge throbbing penis the boy produced from inside his pants whilst his other fingers were. I went back into the TV room and gathered her books, taking them back to the bedroom. With a little rearranging I was able to make room for them in the bookcase. I put her books on the shelf, flipping through a couple of them, bringing back memories of my father reading to me. When I was finished, I checked Laurie. She was out for the count, looking as though she didn't have a care in the world.I left her in bed, pulling the door to as I went into the hallway. I checked the clock on the DVD. I’m going to die in 4 months. I remember a time when we used to be happy, me and John. It was effortless, like breathing. He just had to be in the same room as me, and my whole world would become brighter and better. We had been together for about 2 years before I found out, dating ever since we left school at 18. We were so in love, everyone of my friends was jealous that their boyfriend didn’t look at them, the way John looked at me. We planned to be together forever, him promising to marry.