I held her head in my hands, running my fingers through her long, soft hair - jet black, with some sort of dye job turning the tips a honey blond. I p...lled her mouth away from mine. "Kneel on the floor with your hands behind your back," I told her.She did as I told her, and I stood, looming over her in the soft light. I gently held the back of her head and, using my other hand, craned my cock forward and rubbed my knob over her cheeks and lips, which parted as her tongue emerged to lick my knob. He felt alone and discarded. He had done a lot of hellraising back in his day and had two kids with a couple of European women but Bobby Lee didn't know a thing about them. Other than that, he had no other family and spent his days alone and bitter.He was a tall, rangy, lean man whose dark wrinkled skin showed the stress and hardships he had been through over the years. He was a recovering alcoholic who was also suffering from PTSD. He tried his best not to drink when he was down because he. But I had to admit that I shuddered a little when I thought about putting my face between her legs. I got plenty wet when I thought about her doing it, but if we went all the way, it couldn’t be one-sided.“I understand. I won’t push until I know. I never want to hurt you, Lily. You really are my best friend. Please say you’ll help me with birth classes, though. Okay?”“Okay,” she sniffled.I wished I could tell her I’d been through this birth stuff before and it was painful and lonely. My baby. ..”“Yeah, very large ‘but,’ there.” Meka continued with, “I didn’t know how he’d deal with ... all this. I expected him to take direction well. What I didn’t expect is him opening further. I take it you all did notice that he inserted some unexpected comments and more-than-simply-pleasant compliments.”“I noticed,” I replied, then gently banged my head back on the shower door a couple times.Apparently, we were having a get-together in the 2nd-floor bathroom, as Celeste stepped in saying, “If you.