Small talk about the new house, your car and Justin slowly run out, and the conversation becomes more personal. We talk of your decision to leave your...boyfriend, and of the adventures and challenges ahead of you. We talk of the uncertainty of dating again and the effort it requires. And we talk of what it is you are looking for in a man. I am envious of the man who will find himself in your arms and enjoy the treasures of your body. I wonder what it would be like to spend the evenings making. "It's pretty well under control until he's here. You like a beer?" Sure, I'm not going to turn one down," he smiled.In a moment, she handed him a Miller's and opened one for herself. "So," she asked conversationally, "Are you working Thursday?"One of the downsides of the job at General was the place worked twenty-four hours a day, every day; truck drivers were on the road all the time, and time spent sitting around was time and money wasted. That meant there had to be some people who worked. You're a good man, Helmut, a very goodman. It's to your credit you believe his death should mean more to youthan it does, but don't feel guilty about your feelings. He isn't worthit." Perhaps you're right," he said, kissing the top of my head."You should try to get some sleep now, we both should. It's a few hoursdrive to Rumstahl and neither of us slept very well last night."Helmut saying it made me realise just how tired I was. I snuggled up tohim and within minutes I was asleep."We're here,". My eyes started to water, but I was still able to take it. I did my best to keep sucking on his cock as he pumped it in and out faster and faster.“Open your throat, take it deeper,” he said, tilting my head back, holding to the base of his cock, slowly pushing it deeper. It hit the back of my throat, making me gag, but I was able to open my throat, allowing him deeper in there than any cock had ever been before. My eyes were watering so much that tears were running down my cheeks, but I loved.