Neither girl had any clue as to the half of the conversation that they had not heard. He looked at Coach Simmons for an explanation, but none was fort...coming."Who was on the phone, Kyle?" Emma asked."It was your mom. She wants us to go home, tell Miss Lottie that we will be gone for a while and then drive to my house." Drive to your house? Why?" She didn't say. She said she didn't have time for questions, just wanted me to do it." That doesn't make any sense. She doesn't ever act like that.". I fucked his mouth a few times and soon I was ready to cum. I pulled out and jerked couple of times before I shoot my white juice all over his face. Lips, nose, eyes, cheeks all were drenched with my week-long cum. I kept slapping his face with my cock sending little drops of sperm all around. Greg was licking himself and I pushed some of the stringy cum to his mouth. He lap it up and wanted more. I milked my cock a few more times to drain all the juice, it was only a few drops I could feed. ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’ His voice was cold and distant, devoid of any emotion. ‘It’s like I’m dead. I feel…nothing.’ No words of wisdom fell from her mouth. All she could do was remain silent, because any advice in the context of bereavement would sound false and contrived. Talking is overrated. Simply touching his hands conveyed a deeper sense of respect than any clichéd meanderings could ever do. Cars started pulling out around them, most likely heading back to the church for the. I lay down between her legs, leaning down slowly between her knees until my face was level with her dark brown curls, matted with her wetness. I lapped up and down her slit and she lifted her hips to meet my tongue, urging me to penetrate her. Instead I nibbled at our outer lips, secretly aroused by her scent and the taste of her on my tongue. Finally, unable to withstand my craving for it, I drove my tongue into her depths, seeking to drown myself in that intoxicating substance that only an.