The pace prevented her from swallowing as regularly as she would if she was in control. She was trying to catch air at every chance. Whenever she trie... to swallow it would inevitably make her gag or choke. Her spit building up on my cock felt sloppy and good. Pulling it out and wiping her own spit all over her face from time to time felt just as good. A few more thrusts and it was time to move on.I moved behind her and straddled her legs. I reached one arm completely under her waist and lifted. "I want to make love to you." We shouldn't. Madison . . . ." Madison has made it clear that she is going to go to school dances and stuff with boys her age and, in her words "go down on them if they are really cute." She has told me repeatedly that she understands my needs, and fully expects me to have sexual relations with other women." Unhooking Jan's bra and caressing her breasts. Unfastening her pants.It would be easy to imagine I'm making love to Madison, if I wanted to. Jan is petite.. Only the thickest of friends can make comments like this to each other without hurting. Cause the other would know that it was said only to stir them funnily, and there is no harm in it. She was that comfortable with me, and so was I.Nothing noteworthy happened for the next few weeks.But we both continued to sleep together, and occasional hugs and kisses(on cheeks) were also part of the happenings. Our daily morning workouts and weekend drinking sessions had also become part of our life in. Then everyone sat down."I'll cut to the chase," said Stan."Bob had covered many an obituary assignment and knew that things can happen out of the blue. Right after he and Mandy were married we talked about what might happen if he died."Mandy, he wanted to make sure you were taken care of and Jason, he wanted to make sure you were OK too."First, he wrote each of you a letter and asked me to give them to you, together."Jason, that is why I contacted you. You were a little hard to find but I set.