I can't seem to do anything. Her face is breaking my heart. But then, my heart is used to it, so it's almost comforting. She's turning her face away a...d I feel sad, and then Spencer's there pressing a wet cloth on my hand, and it stings like hell and makes me hiss.Somehow we're in Spencer's car, and I don't remember how I got there, but Carly's sitting next to me so it's okay. And I can feel that something's wrong in my head. My thoughts are all slow and stupid and I can't seem to do anything. This was even more awesome. I started to enjoy it and then he pulled my dick even closer to his body and asked me to apply soap on it. I took some soap and applied on it. His cock was exactly like mine; uncut, but a little more whitish than mine. But same exact structure. Like pole post sticking out instead of pointing up and sticking against the belly like of most guys when they lie flat on their back. Anyway, when my hands touched his, he made a strange sound which I think was the sensation. Hannah pulled at his boxers, bringing them to just above his knees, his cock falling out and hanging only inches away from her face. “Oh my god,” Brian cried out, “mmm suck that cock baby girl.” Hannah reached out and took his cock into her hands and lightly began to stroke it. Running her hand softly up and down the length of it, not to hard because she had yet to get it wet. “You like that?” She asked him smiling, running her hand around the tip of his almost completely hard cock. “Yes,”. Los Angeles had some cold nights in the spring. The medics unwrapped the blanket carefully, making sure they didn’t move whoever was in it. The last fold fell down and I was staring into the wide eyes of Gina Morgan. Her face was covered in burns, her nightgown ripped and sooty. I closed my eyes and turned away, tears leaking out of them. I couldn’t look, I couldn’t, but I had to. I had to look. My eyes opened and I stared, pursed-lipped and breathing shallowly. The medics checked her pulse,.