But I realised that there was no easy way of getting down without exposing yet more cock. Oh well, best to just be as quick as I can.As I angled my bo...y to drop down, Jane suddenly said “Here let me help, it’s quite high” and just as I started to drop she reached out with both hands to steady me.One hand was fine, catching my arm. But the other somehow ended up going between my legs with the palm of her hand firmly pressed to my cock. She jumped back with a girlie squeal as if bitten and we. I swear to you that I don't remember that!"She sat up and turned to face me for a moment. Then she said, "I remember being the kind of bitch that would do something like that, though."She put her arms around me and hugged me. She rested her head on my chest and said, "I guess I understand why you didn't come to my assistance Friday night. I don't blame you. But, you did make sure I didn't get hurt. That's something."Then she looked up at me and said, "I don't think you're even yet. You should. I stroked the hard, thick shaft reveling in the feel of his velvety soft skin beneath my palm. I pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss hole and scooped the pearly drop of pre-cum out then took the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it before I sucked him all the way into my mouth. I dont have much of a gag reflex left because of an adolescent bout of bulimia and I easily took all of him, extending my tongue to lick his balls while the head. But what about the repercussions of it? We are so far apart. Will we ever meet? I’m sure if we say the word, we will make sure we do. But what happens then? What if it doesn’t work out the way we imagine it will every night? Who knows why, but I think it’s a valid fear. And if we leave it unsaid, we will continue to have our hearts scream at us. One word. Put into a sentence, three words total. I feel it, I know I do. I’m just so freakin’ afraid to say it. It’s almost as though as soon as it is.