No, I'm not crazy … are you going to let me tell the story or not?I was standing in a nice modern style room that had two high back chairs and a sma...l square table between them. I looked around the room for a door but there wasn't one. I called out and no one answered. I yelled for anyone around to hear me and then he showed up. "No need to yell lad I'm sitting right here." Was the voice I heard and sure enough when I turned around he was sitting in one of the chairs drinking tea.I looked at. Slowly, almost gently, Jay pushed on the back of my head. I let him put me on my knees, mouth now level with his thick black cock. I looked up at him. He was staring down, watching me. I opened my lips, our eyes still locked together, and let him slide his manhood into my mouth. Jay's eyes fluttered closed and he sighed in pleasure. I watched as his chest filled and expanded as he took a deep breath, admiring the muscles which stood out in relief as he filled his lungs. Without any urging or. Whatever it is, I like you."He smiled and turned his attention back to the television. She felt comfortable with him, she said. She trusted him, and that gave him the will to remain strong. He would never betray that trust.She stretched then, arching her back, and he couldn't help but notice that the motion had the effect of pulling the two sides of her robe slightly apart. He had a good view of the valley between her breasts. There wasn't much there yet, no cleavage to speak of, but she was. In the flickering light provided by the fiery wreck below, he saw a route that he thought he might be able to successfully descend, and slipped over the edge.Sandy and Sammy were trembling, holding each other, peering over the edge of the car's dashboard. They had heard nothing further after Van's piercing scream from the edge of the bluff; the sounds of the car's plummet and crash below did not carry past the brink of the hill. They were left to wait and wonder at the outcome of the shooting,.