My answer was, I can see that big cock head under your speedo. Like big dick do you? he asked tugging the front down. He exposed half of it for me. Le... me show you how much, I said back. Taking a long swig I went to my knees moving between his legs. Taking the speedo he lifted his hips as I pulled them off, fuck, he had some big balls. I buried my face in his crotch lapping at those balls, he pulled me closer. I licked my way up his shaft to the head and thats when the old man spoke up. You. What kind of friend does that make me?' I thought, sparking a couple tears.We both maintained our positions for a few minutes, but I felt to be getting weaker by the second. I was an emotional wreck and with each pass of Trinity's soft lips on my schlong, I became a little closer to collapsing, even with her hands on thighs.I twitched, cried and clenched up my whole body so that I could try not to cum. Although, we both knew it was just a matter of time. A minute, two, five or whatever, she was. When I was finished I fell to the floor with no more strength to run and no more tears to cry. After a hot shower I laid in bed with my red rimmed eyes unable to lull myself to sleep.I awoke the next morning realizing that eventually sleep had found me. I was smacked in the face with my heartbreak. Should I have told him how I felt about him when I had the chance? It probably wouldn't matter in the end. I didn't think he was a player at least it wasn't the impression I got through all our. Okay, eight days, but who was counting? I’m not sure if I was coping well or not. I mean, how do you separate these things? I missed his body. His strong legs. His wondrous lips. All right, his big hard cock, okay? I missed the shuddering sweaty orgasms, the three AM seductions, the telephone calls. The panties he purchased and sent me from wherever he went. I missed discovering him in the shower, eyes closed, cock in hand. I didn’t miss the lies, the smell of slut on his body, the devious.