I didn’t want her to ever climax. I wanted this to go on forever!Finally, shrieking a stream of obscenities that would make a longshoreman blush, Mo...ly pumped into my face, spraying a torrent of jism against the back of my throat. I swallowed, swallowed, and swallowed again. As she panted and gasped, I held her last squirt in my mouth like a fine wine, taking in its taste. I arched my head back and swallowed, satisfied in my femininity. I reached up and caressed my breasts, running my hands. "I will need to know all about your shagging habits. How many times a week do you fuck Sue?” She said.I was taken aback, and said, “That’s private.”“Not anymore,” she said threateningly.I reluctantly told her, about five times a week.“Do you instigate it?” She inquired.“Mainly,” I said.“Does she always want it?” She asked.“Not always,” I replied.“So, she lets you fuck her, to keep you quiet," she snorted. "I suppose she has to suck your cock, and take it in the arse, as well?" She. I must be going mad, she laughs as she catches her breath, shaking her head as she cups her face in her hands.As she raises her head, she kicks off her sneakers. The sound of metal hitting bare wood resounds inside the small apartment. Looking up, she follows the noise. Seeing the shimmer of something rolling across the floor, she follows curious as it rolls, swaying side to side before stopping and circling upon itself before resting against the grain of the wooden floorboard."I wasn't. Almost but no....Jazzmen....yeah, that's right.." I was sitting in my room, laying in my bed decorated with simple black colors. At the time, I was going through a depression and had begun to slit my wrist and have thoughts of suicide. My eyes were gazing at my phone in front of me, displaying a picture of a cute teenage girl with kitty makeup, her name was Jasmine. As I kept looking through the selfies I had of her, a sudden realization hit me. "I-I'm in love with her...wait...I always have.