.." Is Claire Bennet dead?"For the first time in several hours, I laugh. And admittedly, it feels good."She's close to that stage." What happened?" Do...'t ask," I reply glumly. She has her own problems. Letting her worry about my crap is the last thing I want."It's Jim, isn't it?"Damn. There isn't a single thing I can hide from her. Somehow, sitting hundreds of miles away, she can always read my mind.I sigh. "Yes." Do you want to talk?" she asks."No. Yes. I-I don't know."Joyce is the only sane. I went through the whole right-wrong thing but quickly pursued what I knew was right for me. The decision became easy as the hand between the ground and my sleeping bag continued to caress my cock. With eyes still shut, i began to press my groin area against the sleeping bag and into the loving touch of John's hand. The innocence of each moment, common to first time fore-play, was amazing. My excitement and edging-arousal continued as I heard the zipper of my sleeping bag. I felt the cool. After I told my girlfriend she wanted her to join us .so we had her over with a few friends well her boyfriend was downn ass she was sucking my cock while my was eating her pussy as here man called for her.so they left butt to our surprise she cum back to get it on they started rubbing tits to get her an kisssingan grabbing at my cock witch i let them so by now it was getting really hot watching my girl ear pussy an me getting my cock sucked real good.so my girl wanted to watch me fill her up. Samuel let me feel true love, on levels far deeper than I think would be possible with another person. Countless times he's 'hopped the fence' to me, for a long time merely at his own initiative. For the first six months or so after his first time making love with me, I always left it to his initiative; I found myself wishing he wouldn't come, as it hurt knowing he couldn't stay. My mind ached for a possibility ... then Mr. Smitte had his stroke. I have always been just a 'good' boy ... but.