"Hold on I need to get something" she urged."No ... time ... mom. UAUGAHHH"I let out a loud moan so mom knew I was about to cum and with hearing that ...y plan had worked and mom scrambled back down on her knees in front of me.She clamped her thick lips over my cock, not wanting to spill a drop on her expensive rug.I seized what would probably be my only opportunity to cum in moms sweet mouth and strained every muscle in my body, all united to release the largest load of cum in my life.The first. After this he start touch my whole body slowly and slowly. I was then ready to absorb him. He kissed me with deep love and holds me tightly. After that he started to put off my cloths one by one. I felt shy and closed my eyes. He discovered me and after a minute me too. He put off his all cloths and standed up in front of me. I was scared to see his 7’5 shisno searching me.That time we both are ready to make love. He came to me and started kiss me. First he kissed my eyes then my chick then. “Don’t worry about me,” he says after a brief moment of silence. “I’ll do what I need to and I will complete the mission.”“Good,” she says. “The whole world is at stake tonight.”Together they maneuver across the platform meeting little resistance. Their progress is stopped when an eerie glow lights the sky as an intense beam falls to the center of the platform, disappearing inside.“That’s where we need to be,” Julie remarks once the beam of light fades.The platform closes in on itself hiding. Stan died in March, a few days after his 39th birthday. I don't know if there is any special meaning to the day of his death, but he died on my 38th birthday. The people closest to me all seem to die on my birthday or a few days after it.This was going to be the first, and only, public message from me. Stan and I worked on this together in January. We talked about what he wanted me to say. Some of these words are his. Several days after he died, I was writing to a close personal -- real life --.