She raised her arms above her head and I started to remove her top, unbuttoning her shirt to expose her perfect D-cup breasts. I moved my lips down he... neck and fastened onto one of her breasts, suckling on the dark brown areola until her nipple stood stiffly to attention. While I was lavishing attention on her left nipple I gently stroked down her arms and sides. After a while I moved to the other breast until both nipples stood erect. C continued to moan gently, eyes closed, a look of pure. With my mouth still full of her juice. I dug my fingers roughly into her cheeks, spreading them wide enough to completely expose her winking hole. Bringing my lips to it, I dribbled her slippery mess onto her rose. "Fuck, that's nasty," she murmured. But, even as she spoke, her hips rose toward my invading tongue and she spread her legs in lurid invitation. "Maybe it is," I grunted, unbuckling my jeans, "but I want you wet and slick when I fuck you. I'm gonna go balls deep into that tight ass. I had my usual light bulb moment in the early hours, a story had formed. It was complete, it had a beginning, a middle and an end. My characters were well formed in my mind, who they were, what they did and why, I even had names for them all. Sometimes these light bulbs were turned on by a single thought, or even a comment made to me at some time in my past that had resurfaced in my memory. Sometimes there was a beginning and nothing else, sometimes and ending only, whatever the catalyst, in my. "Sheila, honey, I miss you so much. Liz, baby, I don't want to leave but I have to."Sheila simply hugged him back but Liz said, "I know daddy but please don't be too sad at our funeral today. You know that we're alright. We just can't be with you all the time anymore." I know baby," Jonas said as he kissed the top of her head. "But I can't help being sad when you aren't with me." Honey," Sheila said softly. "We love you and believe in you. We know you will make it and be able to stay with us.