He'd grown several inches, which made him look even thinner. His ongoingexercises had stretched and toned his legs; they demanded attentionwherever he...went.His hair had grown too.The girl Mackenzie stopped cutting them. Abundant silver curls touchedhis shoulders now. He washed and conditioned them every day, blow-dryingthem while brushing thoroughly.He'd gradually forgotten to hate his hair.He also no longer despised his pale skin or his light-blue eyes - or hisclear voice and long, narrow. I was wishing it was his hand that was impatient to bring me to orgasm by rubbing on my clit furiously. My body stretched and tightened, trying to hold itself together until I just couldn’t hold back anymore. “Please, please, please! Let me come, let me come, let me come!” I cried to myself while rubbing and prodding myself every which way possible. It was almost futile until I imagined the way he looked at me with that persuasive smile, the way he touched me just enough to make me give in to. After we’d put Jerome to sleep, we sat together at the kitchen table.“Look Brian, I’m sorry you had to see that...”“I’m sure!”I ignored his attitude. After all, who could blame him?“Jerome’s really drunk,” I continued. “He was passed out in the bathroom...”“So you decided that was a good time to blow him?” Brian cut in harshly.“Let me finish Brian.” I told him. Even though I didn’t have a leg to stand on, I tried to be stern “He’s not going to remember any of tonight and you can’t tell him. Suddenly I start thrust my hip to match your pace noticing your not gagging i increase the speed of my thrust I can feel the muscles in my dick start rapidly tightening and spasming I know what was coming ( role play term that is real life has long way to go ) “ that right you dirty little slut suck that cock I want feel the tip of dick hitting your tonsils... oh God I’m about blow (OFC) I told her imaginary loads for her finish up the blow job part .I want get pounded hell out of her pussy ..