I don't like to blow a load until you've been well satisfied'. Jarvis lowered his body back to mine and asked 'what if I wanted to you to come while ... fucked your good ass'. 'Then', I said 'I would not want you to continue. I don't know why, but if I blow my load I don't want to be fucked any more'. Jarvis said, almost apologetically 'do you think it's because you were attacked sexually so often while you were in high school that you are like this'. 'Could be', I said 'many times I was. ”“Shit. I was so pissed at them! I think I really wanted to kill them and then it happened for real. That’s what scared me. I thought I did it on purpose, my god...” she trailed off.“Well, what your dad said. The guy with the gun was the killer, not you. You do see that, right?” Tom said.“Yeah, I do now. Thanks. Hey, I’m gonna call home—if my mom agrees, can you come for dinner tonight? I know my family will want to thank you in quiet and not like the turmoil before,” Cynthia asked.“Really?. “Ah, I hope I’ll get a discount then from my ‘favorite’ nephew.” While placing her hand on my leg, smiling back I just told her I would see what I could do for her. With that I was just about finished with my drink and Aunt May got up and asked if I wanted to have a quick go at one of the new games my Uncle had just bought. I thought sure why not, so she turned the console on and put a camera up on the TV. It was one of these games that tracked your every move and placed you in the game. I’d. Gary clearly wasn't going to last long, but I wanted to make sure he enjoyed it, so I began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth in very long, slow, deliberate strokes. It felt exquisite, and the combination of his moans and the upward thrust of his hips told me I was having the desired effect. "Oh, fuck!" "Oh shit!" "Holy shit!" he kept moaning.I'd barely been working on his cock a minute when I felt a hand on my ass. And then another. It's strange the things you notice, but I could tell.