Timing was everything. "Beg to suck me," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.He gasped as I ground against his bum, my hands now holding his hips...so that I could mock fuck his crack. "Please, let me suck you," he whispered."What do you want to feel?" I want to feel your cock in my mouth. I want you to stretch my throat and fuck my mouth. I want to taste your cum." He took a shuddering breath. "Use me!" This he said with a hoarse gasp as my hands enveloped his cock."This will be a good. You're not asleep, Jamie. That's good. I'm going back to work tonight, so I want a few hours sleep first. I'll sleep a lot better if we make love. Or rather," she pressed on my chest as I tried to sit up, "I will make love to you. I don't think I'll oversleep, but Sally needs collecting from school at three fifteen."Her breasts rubbed against me as she moved to kiss me and oh, they felt good. My cock was on the way up before her hand began to move south, which completed the action. She. He did do me the one thing that I most needed him to do: he left me alone to my thoughts and memories and my tears which just didn’t seem to have a limit.“Stacey brought me all of my meals and she ate with me each time. I didn’t eat much; I just picked at my food. And then it was a week later, a week after the death of the two people I trusted above all others—the only ones I did trust if it came down to it. It was the day of the funerals. I was wheeled up to the twin grave sites by my brother.. Youre crazy, Justin pleaded. Still, Brittany pushed him on, demanding that he listen to her. Finally, Justin got up, heading for the bathroom in the corner of the restaurant, making sure not to make eye-contact with the sure-to-be giggling cashier. Closing the door behind him, but not locking it, he waited. Minutes passed as he sat on the toilet with the lid down, wondering what Brittany was up to. A few minutes further and Justin heard giggling outside the bathroom. He stood up, ready to open.