Her obvious need slotting into mine like a long lost jigsaw piece.Over-thinking things again, I could only speculate at her circumstances. What drove ...er behaviour. Laddish boyfriend, probably. Attentive enough to keep her interest, but often out with his mates drinking, leering at women, watching the game on TV, leaving her unfulfilled. Ignoring her needs. Criminal.It was wrong to take advantage, I knew. Plus, I had a lot to lose. Kids. House. Wife. Did I have the moral muscle to resist? Or. .I can feel her getting close to cumming but I want to really watch her and step back "you do it, make your self cum" and as I say that I undo my belt, then My jeans and pull my stiff cock out as she stands there nervously one hand squeezing herr nipple as the other moves down between her lips, i see her bitting her bottom lip and eyes closing "look at me!" And she opens her eyes and looks at me as I'm stroking my cock while her fingers dance on her clit her chest heaving as she closes in then. "Well, Tom, you made the final sacrifice. You left me richer for having known you. While it was only a short time for me, you have known me longer. I promise, I will not let you down," I said quietly to the grave.It took a little longer getting back, as it was a bit darker. The clouds obscured the moon. I pulled my jeep up next to the town car. I looked at it, briefly. Well, that could wait till morning. I was beat.I got out of the jeep, and went into the house. The computer told me that it was. ‘You don’t know if you’re upset?’ He listened for a minute. ‘If Lara is right and the music is any indication, then I’d say you’re not happy.’ ‘I’m just not in a good mood.’ She sat down. ‘What are you eating?’ Brody snatched the bag away over her protests. ‘Combos. I was hungry. They were there.’ She reached for the bag but he held it out of reach. ‘Do you know how much salt is in this stuff?’ ‘So I won’t have salt on my dinner. Give it back.’ ‘I can’t. I’d never forgive myself.’ Ryan made a.