I felt his cock give a jerk and then it swelled up inside me and suddenly the flood began. The heat of it pumping into me made me moan as one jet afte... another pumped inside me. Then with one final push that pushed him as deep inside me as he could the final pulse of his cock finished filling me up. My muscles held him tight and kept him hard for a while then as I felt his cum seeping out of me his cock began to shrink until it slipped out of me with a ‘plop’ and he slowly lowered me down. He. How have you been? Did you get moved in?" All moved in, unpacked and ready for my first massage client. When can you come over?" How about now?" I said, feeling excited, with a tingling in my crotch."I'll be waiting for you. You do remember where I live don't you?" Absolutely. I'll be there in ten minutes."I was anxious to see Margo, so drove over to the complex to save a few minutes. I parked near F-16. As I neared the front door, Margo opened it, beckoning to me. She closed the front door. HIS father, Jessies husband had died when I was only 3 years old, I can still remember HIM vaguely, like a shadow figure in my mind. Father had promised HIS father to always keep a place for Grandmother, WHERE EVER he lived. Even though my father and mother, loved each other intensely and completely, and got along without arguments or anger this was the ONE thing my father would not do for HIS wife. He would not abandon HIS mother. I was a brat of nine. I was forbidden to go into my. I thought I was living a lonely life before but now....well, it got worse. When I would go back to the house, it felt empty, dead and hard to stay. So I kept a few mementos’, cleaned up the place and sold it.That was almost a year ago. In all honesty, the first holidays you observe are the toughest. They bring back the fact they're not there to enjoy those good times with you anymore and then the pain reins you in to a near catatonic state. In addition, dealing with the death of my last living.