” He pulled out a varnished board and legs that assembled into a small table in front of Julie.Dave unzipped a side flap in the duffel to reveal a f...ll set of dinnerware. It was a modern picnic basket with storage pockets for each piece. He placed a plate, bowl, spoon, fork, and wine flute on the table along with a linen napkin.“Aren’t you eating?” Julie asked.“It’s a small space. I figured we could share.” He pulled a bottle from the cooler and popped the cork. He filled the flute with. Falling asleep wasn't easy. The images from those videos haunted me – watching your best friend burn himself to death doesn't lead to a restful night. Through my pounding headache, I tried to think in the darkness. What happened? Why did he get up in the middle of the night and commit suicide by self-immolation? Why the crazy smile? What drives a man to that?In the shower the next morning, I promised myself to try to carry on as though Frank's death hadn't happened. I could make myself. We moved onto the floor and me and Anne got into the 69 position and I started to lick her pussy whiles she was sucking my cock, after a couple of minutes she lifted off my cock then I thought she went down again but it was slightly different, nicer infact, aging after a couple of minutes she raised herself off my mouth and I looked down to see Jullian with my cock in his mouth, before I could say anything Anne kissed me and said does that feel nice, and it did, Anne pushed Jullian away and. "Okay." She said. I started humping her hard but not going deep in her. I was afraid of hurting her. My cock was going in maybe a little over half way in her. She was so tight. It wasn't going to take long for me to explode.. Then she pushed hard against me. Then I felt it give away to the pressure and my cock slid all the way in as she grunted as if in pain. I paused. "Are you okay?" I asked her. "I think so." She said as she started slowly sliding up and down on my cock. Then she.